Colorful Danxia and Horseshoe Temple in Zhangye all the way west.
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 on weekdays 10, everyone is too hot to urge the master who has been driving almost.
I don't know when the roadside scenery began to change. The common travel-stained poplars in northwest China have become taller, denser and more beautiful. The mountains in the distance gradually become lighter from a single black-gray color, with some colors faintly. The children cheered loudly and my mood began to get excited. The scenery in the journey, the closer you are, the more you look forward to it. There are countless imaginary buildings in your heart. Once you arrive, the spell seems to lose its intended meaning.
Is that really the case?
Of course not.
When I first saw colorful Danxia, I could hardly speak. A large area of thick ink and heavy colors are scattered all over the mountains, which makes people intoxicated 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, such as koi fish, such as castles, such as streams, such as knife mountains, such as flames. ...
As the sun sets, the camera has no time to record the beauty of this world. There has never been such a moment. I pray that the sun will set later and let us see this magnificent scene again! I watched greedily, unwilling 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!"
It was already dark when we came out of the scenic spot. We just recovered from the shock of colorful Danxia, and then we knew that the five zang-organs temple had been sacrificed. Looking at the "rub fish" signs all over the street, we boldly tried. Not surprisingly, it's pasta!
During the two days in Zhangye, pasta filled our itinerary: pulling, washing face, making skin, frying guns, Lamian Noodles, fish meal ... In the sigh of two children, our trip to Horseshoe Temple arrived 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 1600 years. Originally a Buddhist temple in the Han Dynasty, it gradually became a Tibetan Buddhist temple, belonging to the Gelug Sect of Tibetan Buddhism and the Dongkeer Temple in Qinghai, which was named after the legend that Tianma had horseshoe prints here.
If the colorful Danxia gives us a visual shock, then the horseshoe temple brings us a throbbing of the soul: Tibetans crawling step by step can be seen everywhere in the temple. They don't care whether their clothes are dirty or not, and they don't care whether there is dust on their faces. Even if there is a small puddle in front of them, they still climb down to worship, and their black and red expressions are pure, immersed in their own world. They wandered around the temple with the released white cock. In order to express their sincerity to the Buddha, Tibetans would rather starve than save the rice cakes they carry with them to feed the chickens, which makes people sad.
The most famous "Thirty-three Days" grottoes in Horseshoe Temple are the only grottoes in China where plank roads are built in the mountains. It has seven ***2 1 grottoes, neatly arranged on a 90-degree cliff more than 100 meters high. The external image of a stupa is embedded in the middle of the cliff. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I couldn't believe that it was done by the ancients more than 1000 years ago. What kind of faith power can this create?
Thirty-three days grottoes are not like any grottoes I have ever seen. You can see the Buddha just by looking up or looking up. It was dug on the mountain, and the temple and shrine were connected by roads dug by masons. There is no sunshine, and it turns twists and turns. It needs to jump and climb with both hands and feet, climb ladders and cross ladders, and it can only be reached after all kinds of difficulties and obstacles. According to the Buddhist scriptures, there is an interpretation of heaven in the middle of Mount Sumi, surrounded by eight days, and * * * is thirty-three days. That's where the gods play. The ancients carved thirty-three days in horseshoe temple, imitating thirty-three days in heaven and connecting heaven and earth. It means that as long as a person accumulates virtue and does good deeds, he can go from 33 days on earth to 33 days in heaven, have fun with God and enjoy heaven. According to Tibetan Buddhism, climbing the 33-day grottoes is a road to liberation. Dark paths and dangerous climbs represent all kinds of difficulties in your life journey. When you reach the finish line and stand the test, you can get rid of it and return to the truth.
In the dark stairs, everyone is climbing silently, and the two children are unusually quiet, either thinking about the future direction or liberating their hearts.
Climbing to the top, the temple is dedicated to the bodhisattva Green Tara, also known as the "Buddha Mother". She is the main Buddha of the 33-day Grottoes and the deity Buddha of Horseshoe Temple. Thirty-three days grottoes are the Dojo of Bodhisattva Green Tara. What I heard in my ear was the detailed explanation of the mother Buddha by Miss Tour Guide. What I see in front of me is the piety of Tibetans dragging their children to worship in front of the Buddha. I quickly hid in a quiet place and called my mother. When I heard the mother's happy voice in the microphone, I lamented that the mother's requirements for her children are always so low. Turning around, the child smiled with crooked eyebrows and eyes: "Mom, I worship Buddha. I wish you happiness every day." As soon as my eyes were hot, I suddenly realized something. Yes, on the road of life, we keep groping and climbing. As long as the 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 is full of youthful breath. I suddenly and inexplicably remembered two disciples of the Buddha, Ananda and Ye Jia. In all Zen monasteries, the Buddha sits in the center, Ananda and Ye Jia stand around. Ananda is knowledgeable, good at mediation and handsome, which makes him even more likable. Ye Jia is open-minded and good at understanding Buddhism. It's a pity that he is senile and woebegone, and he is a real ascetic. Supposedly, Ye Jia got the true biography of Buddha's mantle because of "smiling at flowers", and was called "the ancestor of the Western Heaven". His achievement was the first among all his disciples, even above Ananda, but people seemed to prefer Ananda, who always smiled around the Buddha. Life is full of plants and trees, and one day is happy and one day is sad. So, why not smile?
During my trip to Zhangye, I realized a different kind of life, just like Anita Mui sang in a song. Common dust is ethereal, providence is boundless, life is short, but what you can't get is always the best match in the past ... "
Cherish fate, cherish blessings, push yourself and others, and let yourself go.