Taken from / xtmm.html.533.net /
October 2000 1 is not thought that for the first time feeling the sea, where it was in light rain.
More than four hours of the trip, which consumed a whole morning, noon, we enter the Qingdao urban area. Noon, people were impressed with Qingdao America, eyeful of green trees, red tile, huge house, the well, and saw the sea.
Long years of ascent towards the seaside hotels, that moment, the heart throb more than, sea and finally, as real and concrete spreading in my line of sight, if I drive, it will certainly desperately ran towards the direction of the sea. Now, the driver is carrying the seven of us eight bending twisting, and finally to a residence that can not see the sea.
On that day, it is October 1 is the country throughout the tourist season, Qingdao is no exception. Fortunately, a place to live not far from the sea, settled finished, I can not wait to move in one direction - to the beach.
Is already 7:30 pm, there is still so much love with the sea in a tidal wave a wave of inter-play. Between the sea and the sky dark Zhuizhe coastline, distant sea Lin Lin Ching-hui, quietly lit the ship afloat ships. Lang Ken to go, but also rolling up, salty wind blowing gently, clothing garment fluttering, Chaosheng lifeless to reverberate.
My bare feet soaked in seawater Wei Liang, the face of all this, there are some dizziness. Just so quiet waterfront with the sea, so that rhythm with the tides rise and fall, to imagine that they have a rock into the shore, in millions of years between the crooning of every night to sleep in the sea breeze. Slight sea breeze blowing, so I Tugan cool; "temperament as deep as the sea"; "sounds like the tides in general sounds"; "For me to be the same as the sea breeze was blowing gently"; there, "notes should be as much as the shell . " I was intoxicated, I want to marry the sea.
With regard to the sea legends, and praise can go on, but really to the beach, but it does not remember, just listen to get inside the mind of the surging. Just a week in Qingdao, have insisted on going to the beach at night, just for the waterfront when they left that Wanlaijuji like silence, the kind of clarity of the permeability psychosomatic.
I do not want to leave the sea, and a daily stroll to the beach the night market gradually generated enthusiasm, I love the sea.
Perhaps, I feel very vigor to describe the initial shock when they look at the sea, but when I was the sea breeze carrying the drum set foot on Return Journey heart was full to the brim of the train, I read such a sentence "If you forget the first time we looked at the harbor in the mood , it should be once more the sea. " Oh yes, when the waterfront, to retain the feeling of how can a pen, only the sea itself, the people quiet and gives strength.
Taishan Travels
April 4, 1998, Tai Yin
Dai Zong-fu how, Qilu Green outstanding.
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, boarded on the hilltop, Huang Ru wearing a halo, tall people look up too. The old brick walls and the immortal, has noble temperament, standing under a doorframe Nantian Gate, human 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.
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!
Too many people, is 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, the door came Nantian Gate from days there is still a long way, walking confused sweaty, and are small steps, and my heart that some very pious pilgrimage in. The mountains on both sides is full of stalls, perhaps the off-season business downturn, are too lazy to say hello, which makes hand, clean ears. At this time people still go into the mountains, better alone climb the less, the way landscape little stone nor even considerable, the so-called sites, such as Daizong Fang, Confucius boarding Department, have been damaged so there is no development of the modern conception , it is difficult hooked the mind sees a leisurely nostalgia.
In addition to this road 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, suddenly saw slipped beside a 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: dellren123
