The weather in Beijing today cold, wind whistling, which made me again think of Wutai Mountain sun.
Although early winter after midnight, but the mountain the sun was bright and moist. We are tired, take a rest sitting in the temple hall of Yan Xia feet, down to experience something special warmth.
I have no word back with a stone, looking upward, looking at the blue sky, without a cloud, only a few groups of pigeons and magpies occasionally fly. Sunlight sprinkled on the body, there is a warm feeling of things silently through every pore to the body fall in., and gradually spread throughout the body, they were surrounded by warmth, like the feeling of spring. But it's turned out to be the start of winter ah, but also at an altitude of over 2000 meters of the Taihang Mountains in the ah! We can not but rejoice for their own luck.
Mountain breeze is blowing slightly, bringing the aroma of pine and cypress, occasionally mixed with the sweet incense inside the Basilica, a deep breath, cigarettes and car exhaust has long been influenced by the lungs into the trace of Qin finally cool air.
The distance came the sound of chanting monks occasionally heard sound of bells and wooden fish. It was like the sound coming from the outer, distant and mysterious. The wind under the eaves of the wind chimes jingling. I looked up to see, wind chimes are on the Xinan, and therefore the sound is very crisp, slightly larger when the wind would play the different notes. This is the ancient temple of thousands of years most often heard voices, in addition, no other noise.
Piandian is a Buddhist temple, the door has an old monk sitting cross-legged on a chair nap. Maybe he is self-cultivation? Perhaps, like me, enjoy it Qiumodongchu in the sun? I do not know, but I know my feelings and share his calm, Fan Chen were nothing earthly interference. No one to speak, no one have the heart to disturb this rare calm. That moment, I actually give birth to an idea, simply wander in the mountains to the ancient temple in the old, quiet to the old bar! (As long as I am to be a Jiurouhuoshang ... ... hee hee)
The distance is a dark brown mountains, bush and verdant, but very few trees, there is a tree where the growth is the drilling day poplar, although the leaves have fallen, but the bare branches to heaven, even more of their stubborn character. More distant hilltop covered with contiguous snow mountains down a highway, that is where we have taken the early morning. For thousands of years, numerous field uphill battle in this piece occurs in the mountains, frontier soldiers and pious monks are the protagonist here, so it naturally infiltrate the northern mountain a kind of resilience and character, silently bearing the brunt of a persistent lonely.
The sky dimming, in the final heart have begun. On the road heard the mountain attractions have been closed, would have to go to Taiwan the next day the top of the program has not achieved, then we negotiate and tomorrow left for Taiyuan.
It seems the five trip even more than the planned rush ah ... ...
Author: netony
