Lingyin insisted on going to, in fact, this goes to Hangzhou, where is my only destination. Somewhere, it seems that some of what is pulling me.
Thousand Buddha Mountain, carefully looking at a statue of Buddha, Buddha is not really 1000, and many have been destroyed in a few decades ago where the Nakba. Looked at in that respect or lack of respect for the head, or mutilated statues of Buddha, mind emerges out of a thousand miles away, inside the Mogao Grottoes was incomplete, have been destroyed statues and frescoes of foreigners. We always someone talking about outsiders plunder, the destruction of outsiders, but Compared to this, those of us Chinese people do much worse do not it?
A Buddha attracted my attention, he - the same proportion with the real person, sit-ins in the mountains have been among the countless number of years, the chest of law enforcement device that hand out of the body's original color, black and the smooth -- It is the result of thousands of people stroke.
Went up, but also to feel with your fingers share of texture affects heart Momin was a moment that felt so down, holding it with both hands together lubricated bergamot. All grip moments, ears actually timely Lingyin bell rang, just as the sky for me in general, pressing the hearts of surprise, as it sneaked into an empty bell-ming, moment between the heart one can not concentrate , calm, peaceful, opponents congratulating each grip of the statues give birth to a tremendous sense of intimacy, as an old friend not seen for many years, shook his hand, in the heart gently Q: Hey, are you?
Heart swarmed many scenes, many people, as I have been rubbing his hands, he was doing here, sitting to see many people coming and going, many people living in different times, different environment, different people in different time, doing the same thing, just as many straight lines, the intersection at 1:00, and then again go in different directions.
"What are you doing? How special are they do?" Or because I am ecstatic too long, a curious tourists ask me.
I laugh,好难problem ah, how do I answer? If usual, is to laugh off even, and to my temper, for such people this question, a smile, without a word is the best answer. However, holds many lessons, after that period, as if there are many experiences to do things I normally would not do - and very naturally, but do not know how to express my feelings, no other choice than to accept that he most likely answer: "Nothing Yeah, find fun. "
Finished, they walked away laughing with friends.
That moment is not with outsiders Road. . . . . . . .
What kind of words, what kind of text, can not describe the feelings of one ten-thousandth time. . . . .
Afterwards, they go there statues back to front you want to take a picture pieces as souvenirs, and then shook it can not find what bergamot Shique initial feeling, or because of an indefinite bell, or because it has no intention of cutting off section of a joke I have with him that a trace amount of interdependence, or the edge of my Buddha is not enough available only to that moment, or. . . . . . . . . .
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Postscript: Just a little Essay. But now take a look to the animated conversation that seems to paste. However, certain netizens Replies are very taste, feel a lot better than my post, and pasted down, share you are a Buddha.
You have to do, where to sit to see many people coming and going, many people living in different times, different environment, different people at different times, doing the same thing, just as many straight lines, the intersection at the point, Then again, go in different directions.
Seems cursory. . . This came, that is gone,
While the people mill around in a hurry, too fast so that you can tell any one face.
While the desire to see that people used to aspire to the eyes, listening to countless non-tired of the hide, the truth,
But you quietly look forward to, to have something which prints what is on your mind, even shallow.
It was obsession, you know, do not want to give up.
The other day, when the temple bell came after the leisurely way from the mountains and suddenly you notice a difference. . .
All illusory camel, slow down and your hands are a girl holding hands together,
You can see her frank eyes slightly open heart with smile, but also shake in her heart whispering greetings: "Hey, how are you?"
Moment between the air out a while Nianhua laughter actually list in mind, are you laughing off stone away. .
Author: shu_yun
