In the old days, Daci Temple lay across half of Jinguan city, leaving behind the reputation of "the first forest in China".
This nearly 1,600-year-old Sanskrit sound is lingering. It is summer, the sky is high and the clouds are clear, and everything is green. Yesterday I went to Wangjiang Tower, and now I am sitting in Daci Temple. Three or four years later, when I come back to Chengdu, it’s still a different place than it used to be!
On the second day, I stayed in Taikoo Li. The city was very noisy. In the dead of night, the neon lights were still dim. The busy streets, tea shops and wine shops during the day were mostly quiet at this time. I found a wine shop next to the small bridge at the east gate. I wanted to make wine with green bamboo leaves and green plums, but I didn't care about heroes at this time. The clear night is dust-free, and the half moon is like silver. When drinking wine, it must be ten minutes. The willows are blowing in the wind to the east of Jinjiang River, and the turbid waves pavilion looks to the west. I still listen to the bells in the Zen temple, and I don’t know what’s going on in my dream due to the smoke of wine! Going back and forth for fame and fortune is miserable, otherwise we will sigh in the gap between the horse, the stone in the fire, and the dream in the body.
Xunxun was drunk. He turned many corners and glanced at the gate of Daci Temple. The golden light was shining brightly, and he was chasing his dreams. The sky is bright and my eyes are dim. In the morning, the bells in the temple are ringing far away, in the mountains, in the cities, in the mountains, all in dreams! After passing through Guangsha for thousands of feet, we entered an alley and then passed through a narrow street. We were fortunate enough to hear the sutra just before it reached the mountain gate. Entering the temple from the right, Maitreya Baishi smiles silently, the leaves in the ginkgo forest are just green, the green bamboo salsa is just blowing in the wind, no banana rain is seen, but the leaves are flying above. The sun was slanting into the lotus pond, and the lotus curtains were still waiting for me. I looked for the wall of the ancient well, reflecting the vast building into the depths, and the dazzling brilliance.
A sutra sound sounded, and the slanting light folded the shadows to express the general sutra words. The Buddha's shadow is whirling, and I know that the mortal world is rolling in. The old scriptures and famous inscriptions have become passed down to future generations.
The four hundred and eighty temples of the Southern Dynasty , you are the most lively place in the mortal world. The sun was shining all over the city at noon, and Chunxi Road in Taikoo Li was bustling with activity. I hid in the courtyard of the temple, the breeze blew slowly, and I lay down on a stone chair and dreamed of being in the temple!
The great temple is hidden in the city, and guests are leisurely dreaming in the quiet courtyard.
The high-rise building attracts the gaze, and the river is flat!
