Famen Temple

Famen Temple, you are in Fufeng County,

I don't know how many long years have passed,

Who will know the vicissitudes of what you have seen,

But unintentionally, with the stream in front of the door,

With the breeze, quietly grow. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Your splendor belongs to the great Tang Dynasty,

Legend has it that Li Shimin, the son of heaven of Shengming,

I built a four-level wooden tower for you,

A dungeon was built, and it was splendid.

And for you to engrave two inscriptions,

The handwriting is delicate and upright,

Like water waves, rolling water lines,

Jumping in the air, a dark green Yangtze River.

Famen Temple meanders and floats in,

Between the green mountains and the white clouds,

In the underground palace of Famen Temple,

Everywhere there are piles of gold and silver jewels,

Surrounded by puffy clouds,

Illusion is born, ten thousand golden lights,

In an instant, breaking through the clouds,

White cranes scattered overhead.

The glass cup is crystal shining,

The secret color porcelain is an invisible mystery,

The secret of the glaze has always been widely discussed,

Until the unearthing of thirteen pieces of secret color porcelain,

Let many bewildered, finally,

Found the answer that had been hidden for a long time.

The excavation of tea sets, tea mills, and tea bowls,

Proof of the Japanese tea ceremony,

It turned out to be from the Eastern Tang Dynasty.

The embroidered skirt of the Empress Wu was also found in the underground palace,

Thin as cicada wings, the wind god swaying,

To show the world that silk fabrics in the Tang Dynasty,

has developed to,

Unbeatable peaks.

The heyday of Buddhism,

It is the scriptures of Bodhi,

The Great Nirvana Sutra,

Engraved into a thousand Buddha monuments,

Although, it has long been drowned out by the smoke clouds of the past.

Between birth and death, silence and emptiness,

Through fire and all kinds of waste......

When the grass fills the courtyard,

After half of the real body pagoda collapsed,

Revealing the hidden scrolls,

"Pilu Zang", "Puning Zang",

with the table of contents of the Secret Sutra,

Although, the ancient handwriting,

It's already mottled.

The cold dungeon was reopened,

In the niche on the north wall of the Backrooms,

Found a rusty iron letter,

People carefully open the iron letter,

Inside, there is a silver letter with a roof of 45 statues.

There are two huge crystal balls on it,

Still faintly, sparkling.

Two carved white jade rings,

With engraved gold rings,

A string of orbs,

A few embroidered silk silks,

Paved with a splendid sky.

45 statues with silver letters on the top of the statue are cubes,

17 cm in length, width and height,

The surface is shining silver, and the carving is extremely exquisite,

Gently brushed above, there were several colorful clouds.

Engraved along the bottom of the letter,

One line of gilt text,

"Dedicated to the emperor to make the real body of Sakyamuni Treasure Letter".

In the silver letter of the 45 statues,

Placed a silver-clad horn sandalwood letter,

The top and body of the letter are wrapped,

Silver carved corners.

On the silver letter, with the technique of flat carving and color painting,

Carved with all kinds of auspicious flowers,

On it is tied this silver lock and a pair of keys,

Gently open the silver letter, there is inside

Silver-clad horn of rosewood inner letter,

Within the wooden letter,

It is a crystal coffin inlaid with precious stones.

On the lid of the crystal coffin,

inlaid with a yellow and a sapphire,

Huge in size and dazzling.

Open the lid of the crystal coffin,

Worship Shakyamuni's finger bone relics,

and it was unfolded before the world.

It shoots out, a light as moist as jade,

The light shines,

There are many bone secretions distributed on the surface,

At the same time, it is slightly yellow.

Spread out from the underground palace, like the glory of the promise,

Diffuse out seven layers of halo,

Illuminate the entire dark dungeon.

Time flies by like flowing water,

I want to remember that whenever the Dharma is preached,

The bells, drums, cymbals and cymbals tremble together,

In every corner of the temple,

A cappella reverberating with Sanskrit sounds.

Every thirty years,

will welcome the pious Tang King,

The fragrance is full of roads, and the carriages and horses are full of chariots,

The flag of the dragon and phoenix flutters in the wind.

People are dressed in splendid clothes,

Stepping on the stone steps, worshipping the Buddha,

The incense burner of the Mahavira Temple,

Witnessed, countless pious vows......

That ancient tower that has stood for a thousand years,

Under the erosion of the long river of time,

The walls on his body have long been eroded,

It is surrounded by wild grass.

Time flows arbitrarily,

I don't know how many springs, summers, autumns and winters have passed,

In the dark,

There's a magical power,

Let the priceless treasures in the dungeon,

Again, in front of the world.

The past and present life of Famen Temple,

It's an eternal legend,

Originated in the Northern Wei Dynasty,

Rise and Sui Dynasty,

Flourished in the Tang Dynasty,

A sacred place of Buddhism,

With how many clouds of smoke walked by.