I am a person who loved the mountains, like mountain climbing, like the kind of "you would be utterly Ling, list of small hills," the mood. Come to Putuo Mountain, I finally found, mountains and islands will be confused not only me alone.
From the boat left the creek, I have started searching the island journey. This is an unusual experience. At first, that island abound, casual is a seat overlooking the rise of a large or small island placed in front of. Misty woods there, but also to establish a cliff, extending into the drenched on the beach, there are scattered boulders quietly waiting for the tide to beat.
Drifting away, the original can be seen everywhere island also less and less, the poor monastery is surrounded by power, can only see them faintly in the distant figure at the end will only allow them a seat in tracking shrouded in a mist of . When the surrounding water and have been rolling prodigiously far has been reluctant to disperse the fog surrounded by, any one have become hazy and seem find hope for the island.
When the sun disperse the fog, but also a stretching of the water in front of mountains, dimly seen Zuozuo hiding in the green in the yellow building. They are reminding us of scenes exposure to outside world, but it exudes a kind of magical gravity, call me, seems to have stood there, quietly waiting for me as many years.
Do not have friends, I have know that this is what I want to reach places.
Putuo also this is an island surrounded by water at the foot. But it was more people could be called the Hill. It does not towering body, may be far when I heard the chanting of Buddhist temples came in singing, I suddenly realized that it is the seat remote and misty mountains - Overseas Senzan.
I, like many modern people, living in a vacuum of faith world. There is no faith, can I enjoy the calm. Approaching this island, see that the most representative of Buddhism, earth yellow, I suddenly felt a kind of calm in tone.
White is pure, blue is the youth, green is the life, while the yellow, but it is in the sails after 1000 after the ownership.
Cold Mountain Temple is not like a remote control within a long period of the bell, only Yun-Yu over at the temple of smoke, exposure to cigarettes among those pleasant, and then looked up and look far Hao-miao water features, laments a world outside the Holy Land.
Can not help but admire the mind will be temples to build this island ancestors. Mountains away from the earthly temple too close, how to look are nothing but the convenience of the Buddha for salvation of all beings and not that of the building, only that God placed in island Di only real place where there is a Buddha. How is my Buddha and so Bono can be seen easily?
Burning incense on a peace, the Quartet worship, I have never had such a devout, but in this island, which is surrounded by water, mountains, sincere to prostrate.
Author: lovingsamsara
