Spring is strong Guanyin Mountain

I didn't expect to go to Guanyin Mountain again so soon, I was very happy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This week, it was planned to cross from Guanyin Mountain to Xiangyugou with the group. After setting off, I thought that my group of travelers had never been here, and I couldn't let go of it, and I really wanted them to come to Guanyin Mountain together. After everyone decided to come together, they temporarily changed to Guanyin Mountain and crossed to Yuziping. Because my friends haven't been here before, I've been here once, so I'm relatively familiar.

The last time I came, I just kept my head down and hurried. The mountain climbed a lot, and the scenery was not looked at closely, leaving a lot of regrets. So, this time there is another opportunity, and I am happy to be with my friends.

The scenery of Guanyin Mountain today has changed greatly from the last time I came. At that time, the whole mountain was covered in white, and the eyes were full of silver light, and there was a quiet sacredness as far as the eye could see. Today's Guanyin Mountain is dressed in beautiful colors. Standing on the mountainside, looking at the mountains on the opposite side, in the ambiguous spring light, in the tender green, the clumps of pink are evenly dotted among them. The tender green and pink colors are all over the mountains, making the whole mountain range like the beautiful and refreshing long skirt of the village girl, rippling with the wind, infinitely beautiful.

I was fascinated by this beautiful scenery and made me stop and look at it from time to time as I went. Every time I look at it, my heart is always as happy as if there is a warm current passing through. At the same time, I am also glad to have the opportunity to share this unique mountain scenery in time. Because the temperature is high, all the trees and flowers in the nearby mountains have passed their flowering period.

The reason why I said that the pink was the flower of the big tree was that I also encountered this clump of pink on the way down the mountain, and they were angry on the high crown of the tree, and the thin pink flowers were two centimeters long, and they bloomed densely, without a single green leaf. When I look up, I am happy.

It's a pity that such a beautiful flower, my friends and I don't know its name. It seems that I have to buy a copy of "Encyclopedia of Plants" to make up for the lesson. Otherwise, fail this flowering tree!

In this way, I will enjoy it, and when I am tired, I will stop and revel in it, which can be regarded as a spiritual cheer for myself. With the momentum, of course, the mountain was climbed with ease. Daiding is just around the corner.

Although we are the last to go up the mountain today, we are not the last to reach the Guanyin Mountain, which is 2600m above the sea. Our strength really impresses our new friend Lavender.

Because I came up with the idea of writing about hermits a few days ago, I consulted two travelers before I came. One is recorded with a camera, and the other is depicted in words. At the same time, the two of them passed me what they considered to be the master of Daiding (this one did not have a photo), as well as the old man with long hair flowing in Huafa Temple that I saw in the photo.

Although, the day before coming to Guanyin Mountain, I had already given up on my plan to write about hermits. But when I got to Daiding, I decided to pay a visit.

What I didn't expect was that the last time I came here, I didn't even find that the real top was behind it, which means that there is a temple on the top of the mountain behind it. I don't know anything about this scene. As for the names of these two temples? I'm sorry, I can't remember them.

After dinner, I went to the temple on the highest roof at the back. When I saw the master they said, I didn't mention the pen name, which was to give him a little face. During more than ten minutes of conversation, I wanted to leave several times. What he passed on to me during his conversation was: he lived in this temple and it was a waste!

A man guarded the temple and said that he was a layman. Although I was unheard, this layman had steamed buns and meat on his table, and told me that he was a Buddha who worshipped and ate meat.

Is it appropriate for him to do this?

What I saw and heard really made me angry. A man who was so dirty that he couldn't distinguish the primary colors of his skin told me what he thought was a glorious history, and listed his famous works, but unfortunately he ran into me. Because, I just read one of what he said. He's a bunch of nonsense!

Of course, he also has his shrewdness. He said, "You seem to be in a hurry to leave?

As he continued his sonorous speech with waving arms, I stood up and said goodbye. Out of respect for everyone's philosophy of life, I don't write about what he said (and I don't remember either). Suffice it to say that those who say he is a great man are not as patient as I am today. You are the three-plank axe that let him come up. One: Jia Pingwa mentions the word two: Chen Zhongzhong's words to him three: two books are in his arms. When I wanted to read these three books, he said that they were written by someone else.

What I want to say is that the reason why I described him so harshly is because: 1. I was annoyed with the monks, thinking that they were struggling and evading social responsibility. 2. This person who made me a little curious before I came turned out to be inferior to those monks. 3. Such a nondescript person stays in this temple, enjoys everyone's incense money, and lives a worry-free life. And he eats watermelon this season! Think about what kind of person he is.

If I had been aggressive, I would have been attacked at the time, or I wouldn't have sulked a lot.

It really me off. I'm angry at what this dazzling eye thinks of the master? And another donkey friend named Wood, you are about to make me vomit in front of your master.

Comfort you! Agree with you that he is a superior man. Yes, he is a man who lives on high places!

On the way to Dongfogou, I saw an 85-year-old nun in a ruined temple that I respected very much. Because, she has been here for more than 60 years. Regardless of her understanding of Buddhism or not, I was touched by her persistence. And such a pious old man should live here. It's a pity that I don't have the ability to drive this conceited man of fame and reputation down the mountain.

Thinking about it, I blamed myself, and I decided not to write it, and I went to meet someone. But it's also good, let me completely break this thought, and from this point on, I also want to 'thank' him who lives on a high place.

In addition, there is also a windfall on this summit. A puppy named Cub opened my eyes and made me a lot happier. Because, it will respond to the words of its master, and the master calls it in the Northeast dialect: "Cub." It looked up: "Whew." The owner called to it, "Amitabha!" It raised its head, 'Amitabha'! But it called 'Amitabha' in a realistic tone. Many people can't pronounce these four sounds, let alone dogs, because its owner, the temple keeper of the front hall, the kind female layman, put Amitabha Buddha's Ah Nian a, hehe......

On the way down the mountain, I passed by Fahua Temple and met the long-haired old man. From afar, there is something extraordinary. However, I no longer had the urge to approach him, let alone get to know him. I was completely discouraged by the man who lived on the heights of Daiding, and wanted to know about these hermits.

However, judging from the appearance alone, the hermit of Fahua Temple is not bad. He can keep his gray hair down his waist, which shows that his spiritual world is very enjoyable, and it is also free from the world. Even so, I don't want to know him. I'm afraid he'll let me down again, and if that's the case, my heart will be weak, and I'm afraid the mountains won't be able to go down.

There is another advantage to this treatment, except that this long-haired hermit has left me with mystery.

This may be: hazy is beautiful, and white is as light as water......

2011－4－23

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