It is said that there is a Fragrant Mountain near the birthplace of Buddha Sakyamuni, which is where the Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva attained enlightenment. After Buddhism was introduced to China, most of the temples dedicated to Guanyin were called Xiangshan Temple.
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It seems that this is how Xiangshan got its name. Every year on February 19th, June 19th and September 19th of the lunar calendar, Xiangshan Biyun Temple holds an incense festival. Pilgrims from hundreds of miles around come here, and the scene is extremely...
lively.
Early June is not a good time to visit Xiangshan Mountain because the red leaves are not yet red and the mountains are lush and green.
Especially near noon, the sun makes people feel dizzy, and once they hide in the shade of a tree, they don’t want to come out again.
Zhou Hexuan and Li Shoumin had the best physical strength and could walk up the mountain road easily. Ba Jin was much weaker. He was out of breath after not long climbing the mountain and even picked up a branch from the roadside to use as a walking stick.
Liang Sicheng and Lin Huiyin were very professional. They made their own hiking boots and trekking poles, and wore two straw hats to block the sun. They climbed the mountain at a steady pace, neither too fast nor too slow, to minimize physical exertion.
The students from Peking University's Star Poetry Club were much worse. They were quite excited at first, chatting and laughing, and trotted forward. But before they had gone very far, each of them exhausted most of their energy and struggled to move forward, complaining endlessly.
"I just said we should leave early. It's almost noon and the sun is killing us!" the girl named Yao Weiwei complained.
Liu Liying wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "It's all Chen Ziya's fault. We agreed to leave at seven o'clock, but ended up still sleeping in at half past eight."
Chen Ziya smiled awkwardly and said, "It's my fault. I read too late last night and didn't go to bed until midnight."
Ma Jue said: "Okay, okay, hurry up and catch up with Mr. Zhou and the others."
"If I had known that the sun would be so bright today, I wouldn't have come to climb the mountain," Yao Fang used a book as a fan and pointed ahead. "We are almost at Biyun Temple. We can ask for some water there."
During the Republic of China, it was quite tiring to climb Xiangshan Mountain and visit Biyun Temple. Because the infrastructure construction was so poor, the mountain roads were extremely difficult to walk, unlike the roads that were neatly repaired in later generations.
At around eleven o'clock in the morning, everyone finally arrived at Biyun Temple.
Zhou Hexuan only took a few casual glances and felt that all living things are right and humans are wrong. He visited Biyun Temple with his girlfriend in his previous life. Many scenic spots at that time had been restored, but now they are in dilapidated condition.
Xiangshan Biyun Temple was first built in the Yuan Dynasty and was greatly expanded during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. It is said that there are 28 spectacular scenes.
When the Eight-Power Allied Forces invaded China, Biyun Temple was robbed and burned, and not much of the twenty-eight sceneries remained, with only some wreckage left for tourists to pay their respects to.
After Sun Yat-sen died of illness in the north, his coffin was placed in Biyun Temple for four full years. Chang Kaishen visited Beiping several times and also lived in Biyun Temple. Even the warlords' spoils distribution meeting after the victory of the Northern Expedition was held in Biyun Temple.
held here.
Zhou Hexuan thought to himself: When Chiang Kai-shek came to Biyun Temple, he would definitely not be able to climb the mountain by himself. He would probably ride on a sliding pole.
There was a monk living in Biyun Temple. Everyone went to burn incense to the Bodhisattva first, and then sat under the shade of the tree to drink water and cool down.
After he regained his composure, Ba Jin began to look around at the beautiful scenery. At some point, he stood silently in front of the ruins of a large hall, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his mind.
Liang Sicheng, Lin Huiyin and his wife carried many belongings with them. They were going to stay here for a long time, so they first looked for a place to stay, packed their luggage and came back before asking everyone to have dinner.
Perhaps due to the scorching heat, everyone's appetite was not very good, so they finished their lunch hastily and continued to enjoy the cool air.
Li Shoumin held the hand of his newlywed wife and wandered around in pairs. Several students from Peking University held a poetry meeting, played some games of poetry solitaire, and even invited Zhou Hexuan and Ba Jindu to play together.
Ma Jue shouted: "Mr. Zhou will give the question first!"
Zhou Hexuan looked at the ruins of the scenic spot that had not yet been repaired, and said emotionally: "I was in this gate today last year."
Ba Jin sat next to Zhou Hexuan, and asked him to answer the question: "Badong Mountain is the east of China and Pakistan."
The level of ancient poetry among college students these days is extremely high. Chen Ziya immediately said: "The mountain flowers are red and the purple trees are high and low."
"This is simple, haha," Chen Dong said with a smile, "I lower my head and miss my hometown."
"The local pronunciation has not changed and the hair on the temples has faded (pronounced Cui cui)!" Ma Jue added.
"Cui (cui), cui (cui)." Yao Weiwei urged her for a long time but still didn't come out.
"Haha, one drink as a penalty!" Chen Ziya poured a glass of boiling water and handed it to Yao Weiwei.
"Wait a minute," Yao Weiwei shouted, "Shuai (pronounced Shuai) Lan is seeing off our guests at Xianyang Road!"
Ma Jue laughed and said: "No, no, the pronunciation is different."
Yao Weiwei said: "Just write the same characters."
Several students argued for a while, and finally let Yao Weiwei pass.
We were having a great time playing games here, and Liang Sicheng, Lin Huiyin and his wife had already started to work. They first visited Biyun Temple, and then started to draw the overall layout. This work was not completed until dark.
"Why don't we let Mr. Zhou talk about poetry writing skills? His new poems are so good, so he must have unique skills."
"Yes, Mr. Zhou can teach us."
"..."
Zhou Hexuan was encouraged by the students to give lectures. He smiled and said: "I think writing poetry is like writing novels. You must first have a theme. This theme can be the feelings of family and country, the love between men and women, or homesickness.
It can be lonely and tired, or it can be happy and excited... Once you have a theme, you can write it out in the language of poetry. How you can write it depends on your personal habits and cultivation."
Ma Jue held her cheek in her hand and tilted her head to look at Zhou Hexuan: "Sometimes, I suddenly get inspiration and occasionally get a sentence or two. But I want to write these two sentences into a complete poem, but I can't write it.
What should I do?”
"Yes, I have this situation too." Chen Ziya said.
Zhou Hexuan shrugged and said: "If you really can't write it out, you can save the sentences that your master has accidentally come up with. Maybe you can use them one day."
Ba Jin said: "It can also be a poem like "A Generation". The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light. This poem only has two sentences, any more would be superfluous.
This is my favorite of Mr. Zhou’s poems.”
"That's really difficult. Two lines of poetry contain a thousand words." Zhao Fang said with admiration.
Liu Liying rolled her eyes and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhou, how about you write a song now?"
This suggestion was immediately echoed by everyone, who all wanted to test Zhou Hexuan's on-site poetry writing skills in the school.
Liang Sicheng and Lin Huiyin were just returning from visiting the overall layout of Biyun Temple. When they heard that Zhou Hexuan was going to write a poem, they immediately stopped to watch the excitement.
