Remembered very familiar atmosphere and the flow of sentences, with a feeling close to the Hajj, I finally stood at the foot of Mount Tai.

Day legitimate afternoon daimiao Zhengyang dressed in the winter sun, Huang Ru wearing a halo, tall people look up too. The old brick walls and the immortal, has noble temperament, standing under the door, man tiny enough to be ignored.

This is a store where the history of the Han nationality, the Tang and Song of the monument is no longer be regarded as the oldest, Qin Han monument engraving, Wei Merry, in which they all are. And all tall and big, long and bearing the inscription are "Yu Bei", since the ancient Han people "superficial", all praise, singing the praises of the nauseating, then, all piled up on it.

What a monument of the palace, scattered around the inscriptions, calligraphy, literary poet's inscription, the font of Shu, but completely full of business, with a lengthy dark Yubei different, it is enjoyable.

SONG Tian-Kuang Temple. It was a huge building, towering stands, one can imagine the awe-inspiring in person octahedral Yu Jia. It is far inferior to the magnificent Forbidden City, and they hand, there is a true taste of old, like an elderly aristocrat, noble qualities of white hair on his head is hidden in the inside.

Days Kuang temple there is a wall of murals, in the yellow walls, exudes an ancient and rich Cheung to do. It was Song's artworks, "Kai streets for the emperor back to Luan map", the characters are many pomp vast, facial fullness, and plenty of state, and loneliness. But who knows it is Tan Sung emperor Chen Tsung-yuan of the League after the self-deceiving the big lie?

Daimiao is the standard north-south direction along the central axis construction. The inscriptions from the dynasties have gone through, I finally had to face the Taishan.

Mount Rushmore, is extremely heavy. Taishan is always a great holy mountains of Han nationality, is a clan of the mountain. Call to Power of the Emperor to come to Fengshan, ordinary Caomin want to come to burn incense; even relive the time in, but also allow other countries to transit monarch worship, which is a phenomenal force is not reasonable Cunduo a complex, and this complex, a knot that is thousands of years!

There are few people are at noon, there are lazy and lonely winter. The road and fog, not yet been finalized mountains atmosphere. Dressed more, are somewhat cumbersome, roadside ask for directions, a student in front of Yao Zhi, crisp sound of the children in St. Cloud shrouded Taishan gradually clear.

In fact, from daimiao come a gate there is still a long way, walking confused sweaty, and the slopes are small, and my heart that some very pious pilgrimage in. Path on both sides of the mountains is full of stalls, perhaps the off-season business downturn, are too lazy to say hello, which makes hand, clean ears. At this time many people still go into the mountains alone climb even less, only a small group wearing apparel, while the elderly have a healthy and strong, but also great interest of visitors like me the red door Doumu Gong. Way landscape little stone nor even considerable, the so-called sites, such as Daizong Fang, Confucius board office, have been damaged so there is no development of modern conception, it is difficult hooked the mind sees a leisurely nostalgia.

The small group had just strode to the mountains, and in this way except met the old man, the no others. Lonely journey, can see the event touched upon the partners, is better. Chatting up the moment with the old man was originally Taiwanese working in Shanghai, took advantage of the break, a look at the country's mountains and rivers come.

De Qijin chatted all the way, walking in the rocks between the high trees, beside a sudden I saw slipped guide card with the words "by Stone Valley of" the words, but it was pass to earth "characters of the ancestors," the open-air stone, according to legend as the Northern Qi Dynasty thing, the classic Buddhist text, "Diamond Sutra." Prior to stone, is really a character as big as a bucket, it carved in the days of large rocks on top of stone over many years, the surface mottled, there have been signs of weathering. I do not know calligraphy, as long as the font a little on the grass a little difficult to identify, let alone those of seal characters, and hours of studying calligraphy tend to taste basis, this regret can not cope, but had no patience to learn. Fortunately, here in large print using a font similar to the official script, which vigor vigorous of the Department, the straight-depth texture, like a root in general. Word can understand, but even together they do not know what that meant, originally Sutra I also remember some, but the stone has no impression of the sentence, does not appear to have reversed the order is missing a word or sentence.

Lump of stone with the fence up to protect, while the angle for the protection of cultural relics is nothing wrong, but there are not close to pity. I do not know the year to write my dear friend for any purpose, is on the up days to listen to it? Is to promote Buddhism? Have or claim whatever they can not curb the reckless is that?

The old gentleman is not interested in calligraphy, in my book who are perceived motives, he would rest at the side viewing. But in fact the surrounding landscape is really nothing special, bare tree trunks, the eyeful are brown, the start of winter was not actually a business thriving season. Here is the only desirable quiet, either at this time, how can there be such a big one by the stone-su, only two of us?

Characters separated too far away is always less showtime feeling, can not read even more unhappiness, are firmly determined to go back to well-read about "Diamond Sutra", a rise, we can see another one let me excited monuments: Levitt. Here is circulated through the ages the original Bo Ya and Chung Tzu-chi Salon story takes place! Just watched last night in Jinan Taishan an introduction, which quoted "Lieh-tzu," then, at the moment a sentence is to flow through my mind: "Bo Ya Yin Yu Yu Tai's and finally in every heavy rain, beyond the rocks, the aid of the piano and the drums .. . Each ensemble, Chung Tzu-chi Noir poor creature. " Yeah, life was a close friend, is really an enormous pleasure to do ah, at least now I do not have a traveling alone.

Old man does not think so, he said, we are now with Goldenthal Hill, met here, longer able to peer discourse speculation, what is not happy? These words are not unreasonable, find a confidant for life is not easy to find like-minded friends in certain areas but not difficult.

Impression of the Taishan, the ancient and the rules, but after stone valley here, with an apparently lax Taoist Happy temperament. Even the characters, although the copy is the Buddhist scriptures, but straight to the days of the book in essence, the first a stream of arrogant, it was beautiful for the emperor to do the hack writer of the article did not dare to imagine. The Bo Ya and Chung Tzu-chi is even more straightforward and honest, people have more than adultery, and long been the absence of such a gentleman had the courage of the expansive.

At this point of Tarzan impression completely changed, as the clan of the Taishan Mountain, the mere existence of the "Yu Bei" into the history books, and its true face is so undisciplined Boogie!

Author: i1ctrip