Travel Notes|Qinglong Temple Ruins

evening,

The whole city fell into a dream.

Like dreamy people coming home,

Singing under a lush green corridor.

 

The eldest sister said that I have a very good personality and can chat with strangers naturally and become familiar with them very quickly. We have only known each other for two days, but it feels like we have known each other for a long time. Ah, I just realized it and have already integrated into it!

Don’t I call myself a literary and artistic woman standing lonely and lonely on the top of a mountain (bushi)? In the past, Xiaopang Xinxian was very capable of getting familiar with herself and could easily integrate into a strange group. I just told Xiaopang about this. He asked: Is that so? Expressing kindness and communicating with others naturally and unconsciously, there is nothing special about it. So, now I ask: Is that so?

There was an uncle picking sweet-scented osmanthus on the road and he ran up to chat. He couldn't understand Mandarin very well, and I couldn't understand some parts of his authentic Shaanxi dialect. With some gestures, he wanted to pick these osmanthus flowers and go back to make tea.

I asked: If you break off a branch, will you be killed?

The uncle said: It’s difficult to live in the ground.

I asked: Is this the only one blooming here?

The uncle points his finger, and the world is everywhere. It is said that the east-west street in front has been busy for a long time.

We went to Qinglong Temple. Because we might go to the movies in the evening, we didn’t go to the planned Muslim Street. Qinglong Temple is the ancestral temple of Japanese Esoteric Buddhism. "After the first year of Yuanyou in the Northern Song Dynasty (1086), the temple was destroyed and the temple ruins were buried underground. In 1973, Chinese archaeologists excavated the Qinglong Temple ruins."

Go to the ruins museum to see history and stones. History has not remembered it, and neither has stone. Human history is very short, and the reason why I like history is just to prove that there were people who survived before "me". Even if I read the book, I can't understand the lives of the people who have passed away, and I can't prove that the humans who were born before me existed in that time when there was no "me".

The world started to light up when "I" was born, and it will go out after "I" dies. I don’t know who planted such an idea in our minds. In short, I asked many people and they all said they had thought so. Theoretically we know what life and death are, but we always question it.

Some people say that questioning is a good thing, and some people say that the seeds of doubt lead to the deviation of faith. People tell the same thing from their own perspectives. From a distance it looks like a mind game, but when you look closer it looks like a cage.

So I like stones. The force that unites the physical body also makes the stone become a stone. The patterns on it were carved by the hands of a craftsman thousands of years ago. People and stones have become unified, and the dead and the remaining are indistinguishable from each other. What do we want to see? See how thousands of years pass by in a flash, how people change one after another, how big differences there are, and how huge similarities there are. Wander the beauty of time and the brevity of life.

Compared with the framed history, every part of our planet is rotated from ancient places. Sunrise and sunset every day. It was dusted clean again and again, and dusted again and again. In addition to human-dominated history, which adds to human stupidity and sorrow, I will think of the light during the day.

It's almost midnight, and I haven't written about what happened next, nor about the movie I watched. Then let’s write the next one! Wait until daytime, when there is light, and explain it in another way.