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Appreciation of Xu Zhimo's
Original text
Changzhou Tianning Temple smells the sound of rites and confessions (1)
Like lying in the long-stalked, messy grass, listening to the first sound of partridges in early summer.
Just like in the desert on a moonlit night, the gentle fingers of the moonlight gently caress
the heat-injured gravel. In the soft and slippery tropical air like goose down,
listen to a camel's * * *, light and light, ringing in the distance, near, near and far ... < Listen to a
blind man, holding a young child in his hand, and a fortune-telling gong clang, echoing in this dark
heavy world:
Like on a rock in the sea, the waves are flapping wildly like tigers, and the sky is
tightly covered with dark clouds, listening to the storm that the sea is scaring Na Wei,
in a low voice and softly.
It's like being on the top of the Himalayas, listening to the wind from the sky and chasing the clouds from the sky
, echoing among countless discerning valleys;
It's like listening to empty laughter, cries of disappointment and pain
, carnivals of carnage and lasciviousness, songs of world-weariness and suicide
on the stage of life.
I listened to the ceremony of Tianning Temple!
where did this god come from? There is no such realm in the world!
There is a drum, a bell, a rock, a wooden fish, and a Buddha's name ...
The music is slow and long in the hall, and countless conflicting
waves and streams are in harmony, countless opposite colors are purified, and countless secular highs and lows are eliminated ...
This Buddha's name is eliminated.
Where did this come from? The splendor in the Xinghai, the sound of the world
, the torrent of real life: it stopped all the movements and all the disturbances;
At the end of heaven and earth, in the gilded rafters, in the brow of the Buddha,
in my sleeve, beside my ears, in my sense of official position, in my heart, in my dream
, ...
In my dream, this glimpse shows blue sky, white water, green grass and kindness. Is it hometown?
bright wings and feathers, flying in the infinity!
The joy flowing out of the Great Circle is realized in great, solemn, silent, boundless and harmonious stillness!
praise beauty, nirvana! Praise, Nirvana!