Hangzhou, May 7 in the morning is not yet heard the window intermittent light rain. It was only the East whitish, I opened the window, pay particular attention to drift a while drizzling in., cool rush of small water droplets on the face, it is refreshing. Pingchuang distance, see the hazy dawn in the downstairs of the West Lake water spray and fog, kiosks, bridges, boats, trees, as well as the distance Lingyin, as if hidden in the screens after a hazy gray paintings, Do not have a mood. I burst impulse: Rain Lingyin is what kind of a do, why not go and see?
After breakfast, take a taxi hurried along the edge of West Lake Road towards the direction of Lingyin embarked.
Because it is the hottest time of travel, car still two years away from the Lingyin will allow multiple lines of the former. The sky like the rain has become a thin line of moderate rain, I had softened umbrella, followed by successive visitors to walk to the Lingyin walked.
From the paved road to walk down the wet sand at the foot of a trail. Narrow path by many unknown flower half-covering their grass, steep slope areas, as well as "brook" murmur. Within a short while, trousers have been wet.
Road on both sides are green and lush tea plantations. Not far away, is a petite young girl bent over and picked tea leaves the hustle and bustle of tourists and total disregard for the body of the pouring rain. I would not help to stop and carefully look at his hands flew tea-picking girls kept on the chest of the tea bag inside, from time to time to look at his hand T? scattered down hair. Good one, "the rain, picking map" Ah! I appreciate this in other to have fun and scenery, but also the hard work for the girls faint worry, I do not know why she should be picking in the rain.
The klippe, Gouka admission. Through the twists and turns, rugged rocks and humid dark Fairy Cave, the north gate into the Lingyin Temple.
After a Dacheng palace, the incense filled the air more and more concentrated flavor, a bit suffocating feeling. I do not like the taste, then around to the left of the "500 Ocean Palace."
I appreciate the careful respect for every life-like clay, 500 a month Lohan looks fat head big ears, have a dignified, careful look at it is an air of different positions. Some Cimei good side, and some Xiongsha scary, and some solemn dignity, some free and easy. I think that behind every one Lohan is scheduled to have a wonderful story. Unfortunately, I do not study Buddhism, and can not get to the bottom.
See the last few Rohan, I suddenly noticed their eyes, surprised to find: one by one eyes are dead, some corner of the eye is also charged with a little dust. Look at these Rohan, how to look how like a clay sculpture, could not find the kind of life-like feeling. Suddenly, I had a deep sense of loss, boring way out of the hall.
Everywhere is a bustling crowd, the Buddhist "net community", laymen his door, there is no clean ah.
Down the hall between the stone road, went down an unmanned feet, side, stone weir, there is an unknown above the trees, canopy cover tightened the sky between the main hall.
I stood under a tree, his hands Chuiluo, close your eyes, left to have rain fall on him. Soon, clothes wet, hair wet, water droplets flowing down his face and Fa Shao. Boring temple bell from time to time came, the chanting monks chanting when the fade out. I stop and the whole body to relax, what do not want to melt in nature itself. Melt body, mind melting, the world's only Buddhist temple bells and singing. Finally heard nothing, and drizzle nor do I feel, and days off and seemed to be dark, and finally the whole world disappear ... ...
I do not know too many Jiu, when I opened my eyes, ears are still voices, there are still people coming and going. Rain, or suddenly the East suddenly inundated with the West.
My heart empty, and makes wonderful memories of the mood just now, but it is so far away, misty.
At this point, my mind slowly emerges out of the rain, tea-picking girls, that shadow is increasingly clear, more real ... ...
Author: derry
