On the second day was actually awakened by the rain. In the end is still raining.
At the roadside stalls to eat a small breakfast, a warm greeting in the proprietress in, drink a warm bowl of tofu brain.
Off from the west to the White Horse Temple had to take an hour by car, the rain has not stopped.
In the rain to visit China's first temple, is also a situation.
In retrospect, just remember another one in the rain through a hall, having read one another Buddha statue on the White Horse Temple, the impression left outside the door down the left hand Nazuo Qiyun tower, hazy in the stands in a misty rain.
The afternoon ride to Shaolin Temple, passing Yanshi, after reading the map and realized the inadequacy of knowledge. The name sounds like a place with the taste of defeat was actually where the tomb of Du Fu.
The car at the halfway broken wipers, seem to suggest that today's tour did not go well. After the transfer move on, no one saw the mountain, the car would drive around on the mountain. With the way the more disk higher Bianbu Qing smoke and clouds, rain is a mist, a vast expanse of whiteness suddenly enveloped world, the road side of the rock is Qiao Li, on the other side is I do not know the depth of the cliff. The car is still ahead, chasing the vehicle in front with a little reddish taillights, a silent car. Was finally able to drive on flat road before heard a young man amid the echoes, which is 18, right? My heart also have a doubt, this is what I want to look at Songshan do?
We walked a muddy walk in this land of martial Wong Nai temple, though it was raining, the temple was surprisingly popular and successful, the road into the mountains with the long queue of cars, mountain outside the huge crowds of people, it is no longer Na Zuo Jin Yong described by mountains temple, it has been thoroughly secular, always full of commercial atmosphere. Some halls also renovated, it is difficult to imagine a new look after repairs distributed with a strong paint smell the Shaolin Temple, but also how to maintain a quiet and solemn Buddhist. Piro final temple, the former monk practicing the dent Wan Ran, I am afraid the whole Temple, the only trace of the old.
Walk in the rain in Tallinn, if not the tourists, such as weaving, certainly another good feeling. It is here, to find a little bit of the year "Shaolin Temple" shadow. However, the modern Tallinn is also inevitable, and the latest built a tower body, relief a notebook, camera and spacecraft, which is sensational it? Or the monks of the Fan Chen's desire?
Because of rain, no chance Shaoshi Shan, said Shao Shishan Mihata Walled scenery is very good. Leave next time.
At first glance Dengfeng, they fell in love with inexplicable here. A clean and quiet of a small town, Dan Ran relaxed stretch the foot of the mountain. End the implementation of accommodation, we ran out to dinner, as the locals like to sit through Morocco in the city street and noisy with the hustle and just right. Good-bye small town after a meal has been the lanterns, the rain almost stopped, wind blown clouds dark blue night sky where a half-day half-moon, height is a heavy dark shadow of a huge mountain. Walking in the empty streets of a foreign land, strange, and I do not have the slightest fear or trepidation, and my heart do have the rare a calm and tranquility. Eventually we met Peter's cousin in Xinxiang, the wife invited us into the Xinxiang post-retirement pension with them and I spontaneously Xiangshiyixiao Peter, if retirement really come to Henan, and we certainly would choose to Dengfeng.
To get up early the third day, the rain had been living, but the wind great. Last night after dinner to enjoy the luxury of a foot treatment, massage Daisow limping, and asked her how she engaged in, the answer is day before climbing the Songshan tired. Listen to the outside of the wind to see gloomy weather, I will actually have some climbing shaken. In any case, in order for Peter thoroughly enjoyed themselves and doing their best bar.
Zhongyue Songshan 72 peaks, today we have to board the mountain peak junji too much room. Songyang Academy foot of the mountains is our first stop, in the end is the institution, not everywhere filled with both rich taste, courtyard arranged Guzheng performances, if this is the thin clouds the wind and weather, sitting in this water-Tsung Cheng's Musical in the tea should be a very leisurely pleasure bar.
From the Songyang Academy chartered to Songshan Mountain parking lot, saving a 40-minute long trail. Huangshan Guilaibukan Yue, Tang Guo Huang Shan, I see the mountains, not to mention the interest has been completely up, has shown signs of Songshan, disappointment even greater. Has just been renovated, as is the mountain, the same color brand-new flat quartzite paved, how many of the emperor walked Taishan mountain is also not so impressive. Songshan has little pine and cypress, the mountainside Zashu, thick full-bodied, but also with a new hair-like light green in early spring, visitors on a dark shade of a tree climb the stairs, so I just thought I crawling Jingshan. Mid-Levels, a few trees in the far shining vermilion cornices, sketched out the rough mountain road map.
Just remember the name of an attraction, non-polar hole, also known as mother hole. And Taishan, as here, are also Buddhist and Taoist temples, and one, individual Buddha bustling crowd sat under the same roof, share the incense and enjoyable. Each hill temple incense very strong, not only does each Department, there are people in the incense, the mountain road is not yet come to burn incense to see a fellow 35 together, carrying a large basket of incense and yellow paper. The abbot of the temple there, they lived in hall or Piandian, arrayed in the corner bed and cooking utensils, there is an even raised the only dirty yellow and white kitten, scared to see the stranger's hide in the corner .
The long stairs where I ignore the moment of the Songshan expose our true capacity. Our companions lose patience with a few rigid stone steps have been first down the mountain road, because Peter peak in the end to see what view, we have unconsciously come to the hill, the shadow suddenly faded, the findings have given rise bow refreshing. We are already living in the hinterland of Songshan, the rise of three sides are cliff towering mountains, the only Huokou opposite the foot of the mountain of Dengfeng County. Antecedents have been complete with lush green trees blocking the mountain road, entirely within the rock dug out of the red stone germanium Road, appeared in front of us. Then only to see Mi Fu's inscription "First Mountain", Songshan, and finally let us once again appreciate the great mountains and rivers demeanor.
Perhaps because of the mountains through the dense broad-leaved forest, perhaps because of the height climbed, with the expansion of horizons, landscape is also a step in a re-days. The rock is different from the Songshan mountains of Huangshan sleek dark body, nor like the Taishan Shiyan vicissitudes blunt, it is a stand like a wall, however as long as possible, covered with layer upon layer upon layer of green, which is co-composed by trees and cliff Variations of the tree to recover as the mountain height, while the mountain, and only later to make their own towering into play.
6000 stone steps after the top of the hill, sunny, and my legs were expected did not occur in the exhausted, all the good it looks as though a special gift of God.
Go down another road, more steep, but more full of rustic charm. Roadside huge white butterflies flutter from time to time and before, the rise look, the green leaf is a net between the blue sky. After five hours to reach the foot of the Dharma King Temple, because it looked too much the way the temple, there is no re-entry. Chartered back Songyang Academy parking lot, took the bus back to hotel, five cents a ticket, with a long-hoped-friendly. Dengfeng passing department store, next to the lottery being held for sale, award prize was actually a farm three-wheeled motorcycle, how simple town ah.
Because the companion has been waiting for us for too long, hurry back to the hotel on the ride to Zhengzhou, passing Zhongyue Miao, watching the front of the bustling temple fair, only to say goodbye to it.
Zhengzhou, Central China's largest city, let me regain metropolitan feel.
Kee Hui Mian Xiao-honored search for the museum through a side street on the road. Street full of small hair salon, lit ambiguous pink lighting, frosted glass doors behind the looms are a few youthful posture. Of each lintel a hair salon are the same hanging lanterns, red string is not too bleak a small lantern in the evening where as if the night is full of Meihuo the eye.
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