I would like to share with you a poem, that is, Mr. Yu Guangzhong's "Lushena", which reads as follows:

Lushena

In the afterglow

I want to be full of rivers and lakes, scaly dragons

Dayu dredging floods, ghostly axes

Split Yu Yu Lei Lei from it

Let the water flow freely to the north

How many calamities will you have to wait, the rock wall

Only then did I have the honor to carve a shrine and carve my bones into a Buddha

Accept the Rob of the Huhan Five-Body Body

If you want to come to the east, Xuanzang will march west, a map

Spread into thousands of miles of Silk Road traction

How many teams of camels were brought in

The camel bell woke up the silence of Central Asia

The hoof prints are vertical and horizontal, and one step at a time falls into a pit

It has long been buried by the wind and sand layer by layer

Leave a spot on this Longmen monument

Above is a cypress forest, and the sky does not change

There are geological dews diagonally below, and you can see it from afar

Like a piece of beehive, look close

There are deep and shallow, each with its own mysteries

As long as there is a Buddha, it is only three centimeters high

Each wall also becomes a niche cave of its own

More than 2,000 shrines house 100,000 Buddha statues

It seems to be indoors, and it seems to be in the open air

All facing the sparkling Yi River, sitting in the west

Facing east, there is a niche in it that communicates with the sky

The atmosphere of the court in the cave is majestic

One Buddha, two disciples, two Bodhisattvas, two heavenly kings

The Supreme sits in the center

The left and right sages are close disciples

The eldest disciple Ka Ye, a solemn ascetic

Ananda heard a lot of good memories and accompanied him for twenty-five years

Still symmetrical, left Manjusri, right Fuxian

Don't ride a green lion or a white elephant, you can only coerce

Then left and right are the kings of heaven and wrestlers

The Yaksha was lying on the soles of his feet, moaning with weight

With such pomp and circumstance, who is enshrined on both sides

Who is worthy to sit in the main seat in the middle?

Except for Lushena, the incarnation of the Buddha

Lushena, the Buddha's cultivation attained the right fruit

Huayan is pure, and the light can shine

Carrying a round light, the flame pattern rises

I saw him, with a wide forehead and plump cheeks, and a high snail bun

The eyelids drooped slightly with kindness, gaze

Faintly, looking down on the believers

As for the body of the Buddha, the clothes are all over the shoulders

The arc is sparse like a ripple circle

Hands have been broken over the years, but gestures

Between the references, Shi fearless or with wishes

It's still conceivable. Nine limestone statues

Lushena is in the center, more than 17 meters high

Saga's four-storey building is quite high

Manjushri, Fuxian thirteen meters, two disciples, two heavenly kings

The two King Kongs, each of which is ten meters, are like important ministers

Serve the emperor in the court and be Xuhui

Ling Yishui shines from behind Xiangshan

The giant niche of this cave in Fengxian Temple, the slope is half

High, broad and deep, pick up long steps

Hundreds of levels and more, not over its advantages

The pilgrims are not as good as the rosette, and they are holding Buddha's feet

It's delusional, and you can't climb Buddha's knee

But Lushena's eyes will look at us

has been captured, that mysterious magnetic field

Come down, and you can't come back to your senses

Historians say that it was Tang Xianheng for three years

Gaozong and Empress Wu Qiankun co-govern

The huge project of building the dragon gate was started

As much as 20,000 guan were donated by the Empress Wu

It was her own fat powder money

This feat, however, inevitably gave rise to legends

It is said that the craftsman wields a hammer and chisels

It is inevitable that the demeanor of the martial arts queen will be secretly transmitted

Three years later, the work was finally completed in a shrine

The ear is nearly two meters long, which is only conventional

But the eyebrows are crooked and crescent, and the almond eyes are slender

It's almost into the sideburns, and it's twice as wide as the lips

I almost forgot to lean down on me

It is the reincarnation of the Buddha, not the talent

O carver of skillful hands, hermaphroditic

It was superimposed on heaven and man in an instant

Wu Zetian's surname is Wu, but his sex is close to literature and governance

is unpredictable, but the dynasty reveals its true nature

The temple was built in Longmen Dongshan and completed

led the ministers to bow and suddenly smelled

The fragrance strikes people, and it is a mountain of fragrant kudzu

The famous mountain is Xiangshan, and the ministers are ordered

Poems are given to celebrate, and those who become the first to appreciate brocade robes

Zuo Shi Dongfang was the first, that is, to get the robe

The reward return table is undecided, Song Zhi asked

Following the dedication, the literary brilliance is considerable

Wu Zetian read it and was pleased, immediately

Recapture the brocade robe in Dongfang Qiu's hands

Changed the question of Song Zhi to the second handover

Fifteen hundred years ago, such a strange woman

Self-intolerable to the world, form of government

ethics were swept away by her

Xu Jingye rose up, and Luo Bin Wang Cao

Justified and counted her crimes

Taoist temple, Buddha hall, harem, front hall

People, Zhaoyi, Empress, Emperor Zhou

Let her come and go, come and go

Dragon son and dragon grandson, let her be abolished

The great defense of men and women is up to her to choose

wants to break Tang Zuo, but respects Li Er as a true scripture

He is not cowardly in killing, but he pretends to be Maitreya to come into the world

Tianzhong is smart and compatible with these many contradictions

is heinous, and only people know by loving it so much

can be poetry and writing, and the posthumous work will not be passed on

Shocking to the world, the remains are actually Buddha-like

and immortal. It's a pity I'm late

It was a full fifteen centuries late

Ah no, with this man

It may not be possible to avoid disaster: alas!

But time has passed like water

Yishui does not look back, and the green mountains are there

Merit and demerits return to history, and famous places are waiting for distant visitors

Xiangjiao can push the Dharma by itself, and the color is empty

It is said that Mahayana comes from the West, and this is the beauty of the East

Typical of the goddess Miro, I am recalled

It's also a pity that they are missing both arms

There is a beauty of imperfection, remember

Mona Lisa, I don't know what to hide

The smile is full of mystery to this day

I think of the Bodhisattva coming to Middle Earth, in the emptiness

often with a smile in his eyes, he was relieved

The eyes and lips are elusive

(The Buddha said that it is impossible to say) of the reflection

Occasionally, history also blinks an eye

It's hard to say whether it's intentional or not

The afterglow is gone, but the poems he left behind are still there, "Lushena" It is a poem he left in Luoyang, December 14, 2007 died in the afterglow, that is the day of death, we have a lot of sadness, but now it has been more than three months, several weeks have been no longer sad, will not be sad because of such a fact, but, now I found out, last night why I had a dream all night are in the dream of this person in the afterglow, every time I dream of his things, when I wake up, it is still a very clear dream, although I have never met the author, and I am not very familiar。 But his poems read very well, and they look very feeling, and I don't know why, but I actually dreamed all night, dreaming of his "Homesickness" in the afterglow. In fact, sometimes I feel that dreaming at night is also unconscious, but the dream makes me feel very strange, sometimes I dreamed before, and the dream is a poem that I have never experienced and never memorized, I don't know when it started, but when I woke up, I found that those poems have been forgotten, and at night, the brain is unconsciously dreaming, dreaming of something that I have never experienced.

When I woke up the next day, I was still very happy, even though I had been in my hometown recently, and I hadn't been out of town at all. How can I have such thoughts? I don't know what the reason for such unconscious dreams is in the afterglow. But dreaming is dreaming, and it reminds me once again of "Lushena" in the afterglow, such a poem. Every time I read it, I still have a faint sense of melancholy in this poem, since the dream has passed, let's go over. This kind of feeling remains in my heart, and after writing this article, I will record the state of mind and feeling I had at the beginning!