As we were not familiar with the road conditions, it was near evening when we found the right direction. Looking at the sun that never sets at 10 on weekdays, everyone was so anxious that they were afraid to urge the master who had already driven the car almost to fly.
I don't know from which period, the roadside scenery began to change. The common travel-stained poplars in the northwest became taller, denser and more beautiful. The hills in the distance gradually became lighter from a single black gray, and there were some colors faintly. The children cheered loudly and my mood began to get excited. The scenery in the journey, the closer you get, the more you look forward to it. There are countless imaginary buildings in your heart. Once you arrive, the spell seems to have lost its desired meaning.
Is that really the case?
Of course, no.
When I first saw colorful Danxia, I could hardly speak. Large areas of thick ink and heavy colors are scattered all over the mountains and hills, and people are enchanted by the afterglow of the sunset: fiery red, brick red, peach red, blue, lake blue, sapphire blue, beige, gray, ochre yellow, brown yellow, beige ... such as colored shells, like koi fish, like castles, like streams, like knife mountains, like flames ...
As the sun sets, it is too late for the camera to record the beauty of this world. There has never been a moment like this. I pray that the sun will set later, so that we can see this magnificent scene again! I watched greedily, reluctant to blink. At this moment, I deeply understood the poem of the poet Ai Qing: "Why are my eyes full of tears, because I love this land deeply!"
When we came out of the scenic spot, it was dark. We just recovered from the shock of colorful Danxia, and then we realized that the five zang-organs temple was sacrificed. Looking at the signboard of "rubbing fish" all over the street, we boldly tried it. Not surprisingly, it was pasta!
During the two days in Zhangye, pasta filled our journey: pulling strips, shampooing noodles, making skins, frying cannons, pulling noodles, and fish powder ... In the sigh of two children, our trip to Horseshoe Temple came as scheduled.
Horseshoe Temple, also known as Puguang Temple, was built in Beiliang during the Sixteen Countries Period of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, with a history of more than 1600 years. It was originally a Buddhist temple of Han Dynasty, and later it gradually became a Tibetan Buddhist temple, belonging to the Tibetan Buddhism Gelug Sect, Qinghai Dongkeer Temple, named after the legendary Tianma with horseshoe prints here.
If the colorful Danxia gives us a visual shock, then the horseshoe temple brings us a throbbing of the soul: Tibetans who prostrate themselves step by step can be seen everywhere in the temple. They don't care whether their clothes are dirty or not, and whether there is dust on their faces. Even there is a small puddle in front of them, they still crawl down to worship, and their black and red expressions are pure and immersed in their own world. They brought the released white rooster to wander around the temples. In order to express their sincerity to the Buddha, Tibetans would rather go hungry and save the rice cake they were carrying to feed the chickens, which made people feel sad.
The most famous "Thirty-three Days" Grottoes in Horseshoe Temple is the only one in China where the plank road is built within the mountain. It has seven floors ***2 1 grottoes, which are neatly arranged on a 90-degree cliff more than 100 meters high. The external image of a Buddha pagoda is embedded in the middle of the cliff. If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I can't believe that this was done by the ancients more than 1,000 years ago. What kind of belief is this?
Thirty-three-day grottoes are not like any grottoes I have ever seen. You can see the Buddha just by looking up or looking up. It is dug in the mountain, and the temples and shrines are connected by the roads cut by masons. There is no sunshine, and it takes turns to twists and turns. It needs to jump and climb with hands and feet, climb the ladder and cross the ladder, and it can only be reached after all kinds of difficulties. According to the Buddhist scriptures, there is an interpretation day in the center of Sumeru, and there are eight days around it, and * * * is thirty-three. It is the place where the gods play. The ancients carved thirty-three days in the horseshoe temple, imitating the thirty-three days in the sky, connecting the heaven and the earth. Its meaning is that as long as a person accumulates virtue and does good deeds, he can reach thirty-three days in the sky from thirty-three days in the world, play with the gods, and * * * enjoy the paradise. According to Tibetan Buddhism, climbing the 33-day grottoes means that you are taking a road of liberation. Dark trails and dangerous climbing represent all kinds of difficulties in your life journey. When you reach the end and stand the test, you can achieve liberation and return to the true nature.
In the dark stairway, everyone climbed silently, and the two children were unusually quiet, either thinking about the future direction or freeing their hearts.
Climbing to the top, the temple is dedicated to the Bodhisattva Green Tara, also known as the "Mother Buddha". She is the main Buddha in the 33-day Grottoes and the deity Buddha of the Horseshoe Temple. The 33-day Grottoes are the Dojo of the Bodhisattva Green Tara. What I heard in my ear was the guide's little sister's detailed explanation of the mother Buddha. What I saw in front of me was the piety of Tibetans dragging their children to worship in front of the Buddha. I quickly hid in a secluded place and called my mother. When I heard the mother's joyful voice in the microphone, I sighed: Mother's requirements for her children are always so low. Turning around, the child smiled with a crooked eyebrow and eyes: "Mom, I worshipped the Buddha and wish you happiness every day." As soon as my eyes were hot, I suddenly realized something. Yes, on the road of life, we kept groping and climbing. As long as our relatives around us are happy and healthy, can't we reach the ideal 33 days?
On the way back, Master Lu turned on the car stereo. For an instant, Sanskrit filled the air with youthful bearing. I suddenly remembered the two disciples of the Buddha, Ananda and Jia Ye, inexplicably. In all Zen monasteries, the Buddha sat in the center, Ananda and Jia Ye stood around, Ananda was knowledgeable, good at mediation, and handsome in appearance, which made him more pleasing. Jia Ye has an open mind and is good at understanding Buddhism. Unfortunately, he is senile and woebegone, and he is an authentic ascetic. Supposedly, Jia Ye got the true story of the Buddha's mantle because of "smiling at flowers", and he was called "the first ancestor of the Western Heaven", and his achievements were the first among all his disciples, even above Ananda, but people seem to prefer Ananda, who is always smiling around the Buddha. All his life, plants and trees fall in autumn, and he is happy and sad one day. So, why not face it with a smile?
During the trip to Zhangye, I realized a different kind of life, just as Anita Mui sang in the song: ". Common dust is misty, providence is boundless, but life is short, but if you don't get it, you will always be the best match in the past ... "
Cherish the fate, cherish the blessing, push others, and let yourself.