Gaotang university Tang

In fact, every day in Gaotang, I pass by Daixueyuan. Because it is next to my commute.

Purple walls and gray-black temples are hidden in dense green flowers and trees. The concrete column with exposed steel bars standing high in the middle of the yard has not changed for several months. The construction of the university hall has been suspended for a long time.

Soon after I came to Gaotang, I had the idea of worshipping Buddha and Lohan, but on second thought, I didn't even have friendship with them, and I never made it.

Besides, I don't have wisdom, and my understanding of Buddha still stays on a group of fat people led by the Tathagata. I think Buddha is probably deaf, or he can stand the heartfelt wishes and wishes of thousands of good men and women every day without getting bored? Or the Buddha is too greedy, only loves so much incense, and doesn't try to satisfy those wishes. In a word, there must be a reason why Buddha became a fat man after so many years of starvation and practice.

However, after all, there are more times of coming and going, and there is a feeling of no guilt.

The boring day is finally over. The wind passed through the clouds and made the sky dark, like a muddy pond. Nature is in a bad mood. So I decided to go to the Academy.

Passing through Kannonji, I glanced at the kind-hearted Guanyin Bodhisattva and walked to the side door leading to Daixue Garden. The so-called side door is just an iron fence pulled back and forth, which was temporarily opened because of the construction of the main entrance to facilitate the entry and exit of the temple masters and pilgrims.

Entering the side door, the window of the temple in the north is covered with a layer of gray-black tarpaulin to shelter from the wind and rain. Broken walls hung on the long walls on both sides, revealing red brick and lime. The stake under the Western Wall did not save the collapse of the city wall. On the contrary, the large reed outside the wall is full of vitality, like an impenetrable green wall. In the middle of the yard is a big bed of green mung beans, which are very happy. Is it almost tofu season? A few neat tassels, delicate and green. The path in the yard is clean.

Decadence can't hide the cleanliness and tranquility of this small courtyard. After all, this is Buddhism.

Cross the yard, and then there is a wooden door, which is the hall. There was chanting in the hall, bells ringing and the smell of tributes in the temple.

Unconsciously, I walked to the front of the main hall, stood quietly, listened, and unconsciously followed the rhythm I didn't understand. Gradually, I felt a strange feeling in my heart, and then this feeling could not be suppressed. I didn't want the Buddha to see my jokes, so I quietly went to the West Hall to see the cloth bag Buddha offering, and then went to the East Hall to see the pharmacist Tathagata offering.

I stood quietly before the pharmacist came. I don't believe in cause and effect, but I can't resist the chanting song, the sound of bells and the fragrance. I can't resist the surging desire in all this. Maybe the pharmacist Tathagata can really hear you?

For a long time, my heart calmed down, like being smoothed by a breeze and washed by a clear spring.

I walked out of the palace, out of the courtyard, out of the dilapidated and quiet world hidden in the walls of poplar, willow, wax tree, locust tree, rose and rose.

When I returned to my residence, I found Gao. It turns out that Xueyuan Temple is a thousand-year-old temple. After several withers, the incense was once extremely strong.

When I passed Xueyuan Temple the next morning, I went to pay tribute to the Tathagata silently. Turn around the ruins, look at the weeds in the yard, reeds and scattered weeds, building materials between reeds, look at rusty steel columns, and recall the grand occasion of the Academy in those days, which is also a thousand-year glory.

What is the life expectancy of us/kloc-under 0/00? Where's Buddha?

Buddha may be the wish and kindness of that moment, or it may be like the microwave floating in the cool breeze of Xu Lai and Xia Guang. Good becomes its own beauty because of other things, and returns the world with beauty. If Buddha doesn't mind, quote a sentence related to God: each of us is an apple bitten by God. Defects are eternal in the world, so we practice.

Buddha is the person who has been here before, and man is the future Buddha.