Purple bamboo forest

Guanyin Bodhisattva, as if he is at ease with divine power, swims in the world, and then the Bodhisattva of endless intentions, with a question: "

The world-honored person is wonderful, and I ask him again. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Buddha son what karma, named Guanyin. With enough subtlety and respect, the answer is endless.

Thou shalt listen to the deeds of Guanyin, and be good to all sides. The oath is as deep as the sea, and the calamity is inconceivable. Serve more than 100 billion Buddhas, and make a great pure wish.

I say it for you, famous and seen. The mind is not empty, and it can destroy all suffering. If you have bad intentions, you will push down the fire pit.

Reciting the power of Guanyin, the fire pit becomes a pool. Or drifting in the giant sea, the dragonfish ghosts are difficult. Reciting the power of Guanyin, the waves cannot be without.

Or at the peak of Sumeru, it is pushed down by people. Reciting the power of Guanyin, like the sun and living in the void. or be driven by the wicked, and fall to Mount Kongo.

Reciting the power of Guanyin, you can't lose a dime...... With all merits, he looks at all beings with a loving eye. The blessing of the sea is immeasurable, so it can bow down.

At the foot of the Meitan Ridge in the eastern part of Putuo Mountain, facing the sparkling lotus ocean, the clear sound of wooden fish is heard in the ears, and the attractive purple bamboo forest is bathed in layers of mist.

The morning light is faint, the light smoke is blurred, the feet are a little slippery, the road is the dark green of the water, and there are wisps of light wind blowing around, awakening the most subtle emotions in the heart, so the interest in playing is also excited.

The scenery around is extremely beautiful, and occasionally, there are a few chirping birds, which are crisp and pleasant, making people feel relaxed and happy, and even the buried soul has been purified. Suddenly, with this freedom in my heart, I walked briskly, accompanied by an intoxicating breeze, as if walking in a blue curtain. The bamboo branches and bamboo leaves around him swayed gently, and the water droplets that rotated on the slender bamboo leaves were like pearls, quietly blooming with brilliant crystals. Each bamboo exudes a pleasant fragrance, entwined with the essence of life, taking the spirit of heaven and earth, and swallowing the streamer of the sun and the moon.

Persisting in the heart is the tranquility of Zen, like a scene of light yarn drifting down, gradually disappearing into the heavy blue water, inadvertently leaving behind the affection. In a cyan mist, the purple bamboo is like the sea, hazy and dreamy. Let the faint and elegant brilliance looming in the forest overflow in all directions, which is a kind of light and spiritual subtlety.

The purple bamboo forest has a fresh style and charm, and even the bamboo shoots are so naughty! Hey, don't underestimate these little guys, don't look at their fine skin and tender meat, they are so petite and lovely, if there is a dripping spring rain, they will not hesitate to break the ground, emerge one after another, almost squeeze their heads. After a gust of wind, they began to grow wildly, full of vitality, with a strong vitality, fluffy, watery, and so mischievous, as if they were going to break the sky.

When the clouds open and the fog disperses, the sky gradually clears, the stone path is crooked, hidden in the depths of the moss, and the bamboo is verdant and towering into the clouds, which is actually a special interest.

On the bright mountain, in front of the tide sound hole, it is extremely quiet, it is really the mountain that wants to press the sea, the Zen palace is open to the second, the visitors linger, but it is several times towering.

The lotus flower carved in stone blooms, walking through the long corridor leading to the purple bamboo forest meditation monastery through the Chaoyin Cave, the copper incense burner, the incense curls, the Buddha is in the heart, and the Sanskrit sound in the ears is getting stronger and stronger. Close to Guanyin refused to go to the Zen temple, the incense was in full bloom, burned with three incense, respectfully offered, slowly turned into smoke, swirling, with the wisps of fragrance drifting to the pure land of the Buddha country......