The Temple of Heaven always has a fascination for me. The heavenly palace that I saw in the film when I was a child is the most unforgettable: pavilions and halls, red walls and blue tiles; eaves flying corners, white jade railings; The clouds are full of fog, and the flowers and trees are happy...... This heavenly palace is actually our Temple of Heaven. A beautiful melancholy that I could not hope for and could not reach, made me suffer from it.

It was a winter a few years ago, when snow was falling on the land of northern China, and I had the privilege of going to the Temple of Heaven in Beijing. It was the first time that the snow from the north had fallen on me, a southerner, and my heart was so excited that I wanted to jump out. In this cold and joyful winter, I opened my mind to embrace the white and transparent snow of the Temple of Heaven; After a long wait, we made an appointment for the carnival of life.

There are few people and there is a lot of snow, and the Temple of Heaven is shrouded in a solemn and quiet atmosphere. Listening to the snow in this silent Temple of Heaven, my mood, blood, and even every nerve gradually improved.

Enter through the West Gate and cross the Boulevard. A few restless chirping birds, in the woods and under the eaves, flew up and down, jumping around in search of food. The splendor of life lies in the desire to survive and the struggle against difficulties. The Temple of Heaven is the place where our predecessors revered nature, explored the universe, and longed for happiness. From afar, I heard the "Kagura Department" play a heavenly music: simple, elegant, and solemn. In the past, it was the "Zhai Palace" where the emperor lived before fasting, and it is said that before worshipping the heavens, it is necessary to remove the hustle and bustle of the heart, and the worship of the heavens can be effective. When I climbed the Danbi Bridge, the central axis connecting the "Prayer Valley Altar" and the "Yuanqiu", my ears roared, and there seemed to be a mysterious liliang pulling me along as I walked. I walked north from the "Danbi Bridge", and a round hall with three eaves --- the New Year's Hall was immediately abruptly in front of me. Going south, you will see a single-storey circular hall ---- the imperial dome. This is clearly a symbol of heaven. On this snowy day, my heart beats and my ears are hot, as if I hear Tang Feng Song Yu and Yuan Xue Qingshuang; It seems to hear Yongle's sail hunting, and Qianlong's horse's hooves are obtained; It was as if hearing that dawn, and the sound of gunfire passed through time and space......

In the Temple of Heaven, I think: only by listening can you hear the taste; Listen to be psychic. The snow is a melody of the universe. Let me listen to this infinite universe with the liliang of sound, and feel the voice from heaven.

I saw snow covering an ordinary stone in front of the Imperial Dome. I heard people say that it is the "three-tone stone". So I brushed the snow off the stone surface with my hands, and sure enough, the words "Sanyin Stone" were revealed. In the "knocking" sound of falling snow, I seemed to hear the sound of "empty, empty, empty" from the stones. This small stone, in my opinion, contains the sounds of heaven, the earth, and the human voices. This is probably the so-called "three tones"! The sun, moon and stars in the sky, life and death in the world are bitter...... All this seems to have been arranged in the wind and snow. I was at a loss in the emptiness of this voice.

When I approached the famous "Echo Wall" and listened carefully against the wall, it was as if I had stepped into the long river of human history: from the stone tools, bronze, gold, silver, black iron and electronics, I picked up meaningful question marks and full stops of merit. I think that the past history of a people means where it will go in the future. How rich the past is, what a brilliant tomorrow it will show. A nation without suffering is a superficial nation, and a nation that suffers too much and for too long is a cowardly nation. The echo wall of the Temple of Heaven shows the suffering and unyielding of the Chinese nation, and also shows its history of struggle, bravery, happiness and glory.

The tide of our lives is turbulent here, and the sea of our hearts is also churning. In the sound of these cold and crisp footsteps, I clearly saw the distant torches illuminating the history and the future, and the golden road paved the field of our hearts. The light of the sky supports our thriving journey of life, and the dance in the crystal snow drums the waves of time.

Snow, falling one after another. I stood in the center of the upper layer of the stone altar of the mound, and heard the sound of the river in my hometown --- the Jialing River rushing through thousands of mountains and rivers. The perception of life and the comprehension of nature are so loud on this round stone.

Listening to the snow at the Temple of Heaven: At this time, silence is better than sound, and every snowflake can make me feel the limit of sound. I walked, stood, pondered, and looked forward in the snow of the Temple of Heaven...... Spontaneously, there was a strong awe of the Temple of Heaven. It was solemn and sacred, and I had to hold my breath and listen. A kind of calling and teaching rose from my bones: the ebb and flow of the sea of Heavenly Dao Pudu......

1997-1998