In late August, the eyes of the class, who knew that the pro-vacation is actually a vacation, it is an unexpected pleasure, so I was happy to travel.
Sister proposed: go to Quanzhou! I promised, with her, go out or not, go out or not, go wherever, I have always held the attitude of nothing, every time I travel, I will certainly bring coffee and tea, and books.
This time, there is a sister in the old man, the old man chatting young man crazy, and on the way to the trip and deliberately brought a lot of accessories.
From Hangzhou to Quanzhou, it's only half a day's work, but the customs are very different. Quanzhou, located in the southeastern part of Fujian Province, north of Fuzhou, south of Xiamen, east of Taiwan's treasure island. It was one of the world's four major ports of entry during the Tang Dynasty, and was hailed by Marco Polo as the "City of Light" and the internationally recognized starting point of the "Maritime Silk Road".
Walking in the old streets, full of "Palace" large buildings, orange bricks, white with gray stone, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, walking on the ground of the golden texture of the people, a unique flavor. Standing in front of the "Tin Hau Palace", let the golden glaze-like light sprinkled on the body, the whole person like a gold leaf, both lazy and light.
Despite the fact that it was already nightfall, the streets were full of seafood stalls, and there were still people coming to choose. We walked into the depths of the street and ate authentic intestinal noodles and bean curd brains, all handmade, full of bowls, flavorful and heartfelt, and couldn't help but blowing on the hot air in the heart of the praise.
Come to the "eye of the city" - the Jinjiang River on the banks of the Golden Harvest Plaza, we rode on the Ferris wheel, with the expansion of the vision of the city, all the city is in our eyes. As a product of the city, GH Plaza is very well attended by the public. Children are playing with the natural ramps and small rides on skateboards, and the public is buzzing with shopping, dining and relaxing.
It's probably too late for me to be adventurous, and my body is slightly overwhelmed. Even though the Ferris wheel rises slowly, my heart is still pounding, and I'm secretly looking forward to the end of the process and returning to the ground! My heart trembled with every step she took.
"Quanzhou, this is a city you must visit at least once in your life!" Bai Yansong's review of the place drew the feet of countless young men and women.
With the Bell Tower, the Great Hall, the Wish Wall, and the Starry Sky Tent as the background, we took countless photos and ate a lot of snacks: sweet heart mochi, A world of milk tea, rouge lane soup dumplings, colorful four-fruit soup, and richly topped with satay noodles, carrying a small cup and biting the straw, tilting the angle of 45 degrees, exposing eight teeth, smiling wryly, and taking a selfie as a proof of this, thus leaving the traces of one's own visit. Yes, every tourist city, there must be a net red street, as if Shanghai's Chenghuang Temple, Chengdu's KuanNarrow Alley, Hangzhou's HeFangJie, Wuhan's Tube Alley. If you come to such a city, but did not go to such a street, will not be able to find and colleagues and friends mentioned in the tea conversation talk, and then suspect that they went to a fake city.
The night back to welcome the hotel, walking slowly along the lake walkway, the path is quiet, the lights glazed flashes, this scene, I can not help but remind me of Eileen Chang's "incense crumbs the first furnace incense", that has been opened, will be screened in a few days, recalling the plot of the novel, I do not know when Vivian Long angrily left, Qiao Qiqiao drove a car trailed, but this is such a beautiful dream of the bends? The end of the trail bloomed with red dazzling acanthus flowers, looking at the shocking, heart overflowing with a kind of sad beauty, just like the woman trapped in love, always flowing with a slender sentimentality.
Kaiyuan Temple is one of the ten most famous temples in China, and ranks first in the Buddhist jungles of Quanzhou, a "Buddhist country". Here, the simple folk style, the Buddha's fate is deep, the fine blue forests over the ages, monks, Song Zhu Xi inscribed Kaiyuan Temple joint sentence: "This place is known as the Buddha's country, full of saints." From the main door into, on the Heavenly King Hall, the Tibetan scripture pavilion, Maharajah Temple, East, West two towers descended into the eyes, full of pious incense burners.
Because often in and out of Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou, Maharishi Treasure Hall we skipped. Instead, it was a corner of the Kaiyuan Temple - the memorial hall of Hongyi's master Li Shutong - that drew our footsteps.
"Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is blue even in the sky ......" Venerable Master Hongyi's "Farewell" was once popular both inside and outside of China, and also opened up my infinite yearning for poems and faraway places. Every time with the native land of the reluctant to part with, every sunset lonely far away, in my heart are haunting this stirring song.
The Venerable Hongyi's statement has touched the hearts of countless travelers. Walking along the promenade, I couldn't help but ask, "Why did the master break through everything and make this decision of "mixed happiness and sadness"? The corridor is silent, no response, but the whole wall is painted to awaken the people's hearts, "the protection of life album", seems to me in the recounting of Feng Zikai and Li Shutong also teacher and friend of the past, but also play back to the followers in order to protect the "protection of life album" to pour all the strength of their family's efforts, which makes me frustrated, but also seems to have realized.
The ancient sages are all lonely, perhaps Hongyi himself has reached such a state, only need a point in time, he completed this shaving ceremony. And as a tourist who can not epiphany, in addition to admiration for his realm, there is also a trace of helplessness that can not get rid of the mundane it!
At a certain moment, my thoughts were drawn by a tender figure, a Japanese woman who had followed him for thousands of miles.
Wife softly called: shu tong ~
He said: please call me Hiroshi.
Wife asked: Please tell me, what is love?
He said: love is compassion.
In any case, he is to "return a bowl of merciless tears".
The first time I heard that story, I was moved by the woman, because of love, she can give up her own people, only with him to a foreign land, but in spite of this, after he decided to become a monk, she also know how to fulfill, respect his choice, death and life do not disturb each other.
Leave, does not equal to not love it! The first time I saw this, it was a very good thing that I was so happy to see you.
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Because of the heat, we stayed in the long corridor of the memorial hall of Venerable Master Hongyi for a long time, and Duo Duo casually pointed to a colorful winged Pegasus on the eaves and asked, "Can you tell a story about it?"
Sister immediately narrated, "A horse, when encountering a flood, immediately flew back to save their children, the flood was too fierce, and it looked like it was going to submerge this horse, it used all its strength and determination, and finally grew a pair of wings, so it successfully flew back to save their children."
"Wow! She's such a brave mom!" Little Dodger praised sincerely.
I, however, was struck for a moment by the simplicity and uninspired nature of the story.
"Do you believe in Buddhism?" I asked.
"No, I believe in love." She replied with a smile.
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The courtyard is filled with large trees for incense worshippers to rest in, and the pool is filled with turtles of all sizes, attracting countless people to watch. In addition, we found a small post office and wrote a few postcards to people we missed.
Little Duo Duo wrote a postcard and sent it to her good friend, DouDou, while we didn't know where to send it, "Who sends a brocade book in the clouds? One kind of lovesickness, two idle sorrows."
When you go out to play, you have to pinpoint everything. Taking advantage of the strongest sun at noon, we got into the car and drove to the next stop - Chongwu Ancient City.
When the sun is approaching dusk, in the sea breeze, seagulls, we came to the beach in Jinshawan, but see all over the golden sand, barefoot walking on the beach, coarse sand grinding the soles of the feet, a little bit of pain, reminiscent of a child walking on the countryside, the mud and stones are baked crispy, stepped on it is also a numb pain, but after a long time, the initial discomfort will disappear! But in time, the initial discomfort disappeared, and Dodo ran down the beach with her skirt in her hand, screaming for joy. As the breeze blew, the waves lapped at us, licking our feet gently, and it was very pleasant to wander in the golden sunset. We talked about the visual difference between West Lake and Jinsha Bay. Sister said: the color of the West Lake is very full, distant mountains and near the water, as well as in front of the weeping willow, forming a layered picture, Jinsha Bay's picture is more ethereal, an endless sea, but the sky is all formed by the pink and pink blue color, is so gorgeous!
Far from the ancient city of Chongwu, the stone walls of the city are still formidable, guarding the people of the southeastern seashore.
The weather forecast said that the typhoon will come, but the people living near the sea, but accustomed to it. The beach is full of resting birds, people living along the coast, every family in front of the door propped up a table, blowing the sea breeze, drinking beer, eating seafood, not happy. So, we also put down the heart, the top of the gusty wind, capricious out of the door. From the east gate of Chongwu Ancient City through to the west gate, under the feet of the green brick and white tiles, families are left behind the elderly and children, last night's night gave me the illusion that this place and the coastal cities of Jiangsu and Zhejiang regions of the fishing villages developed similarly, but it turned out not to be the case. The road is uneven, there is no guide sign, the air is also overflowing with inexplicable odor, we encountered two forks in the middle of the road, all because of the language barrier, and navigation can not see the road markings, and had to turn around in the same place, until we encountered an old man, gesturing to tell us to go along with the floor of the stone road can always go out, "only take the stone road, do not take the concrete road ah! " We walked out a long way and he was still gesturing and telling us. Finally, following the grainy slabs, we walked to the west gate.
In the afternoon, the wind became more and more violent, the street flying sand, tree branches in the gusts of the wind fluttered carelessly, and were broken in droves. Our car has traveled to the small traffic art museum, but also because of the typhoon closed and had to return home, good thing the send us to the small brother has not gone far, a phone call to call him back, on the way, considering the typhoon days travel inconvenience, he was eager to send us to the supermarket to buy some simple food.
Night, living in the fifteenth floor of the inn, listening to the wind outside, the sound of rain, occasionally feel the house shaking, there is a sense of wanderlust, I vaguely associated with a number of broken and sentimental fragments, they are in this wet feeling in a blurred sleep. The first time I saw this, I was so worried that I had to go to the hospital, but I didn't know what to do, so I didn't know what to do, so I didn't know what to do.
The next morning, the sun was still shining, the typhoon's aftermath was still there, but it didn't affect people's travel and work and rest, we packed up everything and boarded the road back.
The good winds sent me back to Hangzhou.