To the west, it is more like a pilgrimage without all worries and worries, and the heart falls on the winding and very desolate ancient Silk Road, looking west.
Since the Han and Tang dynasties, there have been too long roads, too long passes, and too much desolation and silence scattered loneliness and mystery, but they have been caught in the boundless beacon smoke, or mixed with too much snow and tears in Shuobei.
The car is at high speed, all the way to high speed, over the mountains and wading, through the city into the ground, thousands of miles away, after walking the desert Gobi, and finally arrived at the vague dream and longing for the Silk Road throat and by too many modern Buddhists as a place of pilgrimage - Dunhuang.
With the excitement and curiosity of being more and more elevated all the way, we entered Mogao non-stop, worshiped the Buddha, worshiped Guanyin, and realized the Zen of Shakya. Stopping at the bottom of the nine floors and looking at the cliff Buddha cave, how many hearts are looking forward to it, but it can only be placed in a limited cave. Look at the color plastic caisson, the wall is full of agility, attracting a group of people who are looking at it and people who are entertaining. It's like a meeting through thousands of years again and again, but I am in awe of the sacredness that is too long.
Fortunately, the Buddha country is merciful, a hole, a Buddha, will always increase your piety, a goodwill, and the Bodhisattva Guanyin who protects all the way. There are still too many vast, mysterious and long-hidden Buddha land true faces that I can't read and can't see through. Maybe staying together is the original success, or maybe obsessing with the true colors can enter the eternity of time and space.
Alas, how many people still have a thousand questions, I would like to ask Vimalaya, the Dharma is boundless, the Buddha sea is deep, and it is often said that there is no worldly world or no conclusion. can only kowtow and burn a stick of incense, but the appeal and dust in my heart.
Mogao Grottoes, that is a sect that is too beyond the earthly Buddha realm soul, not everyone can easily get the reception of the flying thousand hands. There must always be a humble cultivation process that can endure the world, whether it is a long time, or a long time, or a lifetime.
In too much contemplation and association, we came to the crescent spring of Mingsha Mountain, the mountain is high and low, yin and yang are balanced, a bay of magical water and the fine sand surrounding each other, do not abandon or leave, repel each other, but more than a thousand years of day and night snuggling, living together. Gather a wonderland made in heaven, and the harmony will become the same wind and rain, but it will be related to the tangent fate bit by bit. Nature's broad mind, sometimes we can't sort it out for a while, so let's enjoy the blessings brought by God's forgiveness.
Let's take a look at the moon that suddenly comes out, in the hazy night, it creates a warm, bright and soft atmosphere. The couple who stayed together and carried the mountain suddenly projected in the Moon Palace, or they were celebrating with Chang'e's hand and dance. After all, the top of the mountain will inevitably be enthusiastic and commotion every Mid-Autumn Festival night.
We were already sitting on the steps of the return journey, cleaning up the pollen and dust scattered all the way back and forth. The stone countertop is still hot, and the peaceful warmth of this autumn day has been left for so long and so deeply, which is rare but rare.
Look at the bustling crowd outside the archway, under the lights from far and near, still shuttling back and forth, but the road is hidden in the distance, sometimes dark and sometimes bright. The small plane that shook the ground had put away its last roar.
The moon has climbed the mountain, the higher and brighter it gets, it is more like a magic lamp waiting for the long night, with eyes, color, and more affection, and it will also give you to me, give this world peace and peace, a piece of light, and leave it to the young people who are tireless and inexhaustible in the mountain.
I looked back, from the mountains back to the people around me. On the way home, there were many people like us, who were in a hurry. The Mingsha Mountain behind him has been dotted with stars, the mellow arc, the dim lights, but it seems to have that unforgettable tenderness in the distance, which makes people suddenly mention the happy heart that has just been integrated with it, and I hope that there will be one more tender dream like water in this night.
Excerpt from: 2023-11-29 "Chinese Writers Network".