dance like a butterfly

In the past, looking at the Zhongnan Mountain, which looks like an ink painting, I felt that it was a low fence in Xi'an lying far away to the south.Today, when it stands in front of my eyes with zero distance, I feel how small me and Lao Han are.

Ancient Chang'an used to be the propagation center of Buddhism in the whole country for quite a long historical period.Zhongnan Mountain is picturesque and not far from the imperial capital. Therefore, there are more Buddhist temples here than any other famous mountain. It is said that "Chang'an is a world of three thousand gold, and Zhongnan has a million jade towers". The red leaves of the mountain are all monks", this is the most appropriate metaphor.

In the face of the eternal nature, the decades of our life are like a flick of a finger.How poor is the emotion we hope for!

Looking at Lao Han beside me, I couldn't help but look at him more.

The car stops.

The northern foot of Zhongnan Mountain is well developed now.In addition to the largest wildlife park in the five northwestern provinces, various sanatoriums, private luxury villas, newly moved colleges and universities, golf courses, and farmhouses are scattered all over the place.

Like a jade belt, the Feng River gushes out from Fengyukou and flows into the Wei River in the north.

In different cities in the suburbs, the severe cold in winter has reduced the number of tourists, and Fengyukou, the entrance to Zhongnan Mountain, has become very deserted.There are few pedestrians on the wide streets.A few wild dogs and cats prowled the door of the lifeless restaurant with their tails between their legs, looking for food.

"Sit down, brother, go ask for directions."

In front of a farmhouse, an old man was shoveling snow at the door of his house. Lao Han glanced at it and turned to me.

"Let me go. I don't need you to run errands for asking for directions, right?" As I spoke, I rushed to open the door.

"Don't be obedient, brother go."

Lao Han tugged at my collar to stop me.Without waiting for me to argue, he opened the car door and got out.

Sitting in the car is extremely warm, the temperature is nearly thirty degrees.

Old Han who got out of the car shuddered, and his breath quickly became white.

Old Han must have been afraid that I would catch the cold, that I would slip and fall, and maybe he was also afraid that I would not know how to ask directions.In his heart, does he always think of me as a child who can't grow up?Seeing his not tall figure slowly move away from me, watching his slippery step, my heart curled up.

Not long after, Lao Han came back.

"Fengde Temple is a nunnery! It's on top." Old Han pointed to the top.It seems that when he points like this, I can see the three characters "Fengde Temple".

"A nunnery?" I was surprised.

How can there be any reason for male guests to go to a nunnery? "Then, shall we go or not? Or, another monastery will do the trick!"

After traveling such a long distance, the monastery I came here for is a nunnery!Even if we don’t leave the city of Xi’an, Xingshan Temple and Baxian Nunnery can still worship Buddha.I felt a little awkward in my heart, and I complained to Xueping, where did she hear that Fengde Temple is very effective?

"Since you're here, let's go. I still believe in Xueping. There must be a reason for her to say that. Besides, as the saying goes, 'Sincerity leads to spirit', no matter monk temple or nunnery, regardless of monks and nuns, Buddha The family is connected."

Lao Han is very persistent.

"That's good, I listen to you."

With Lao Han, I don't want to worry about it.I secretly planned to never have any disputes with him again.

A deity makes a mountain, not its altitude.Fengde Temple is located on the top of the small hill at the entrance of Fengyu. I don’t know how many years. There are so many faithful men and women. We can’t see it from the bottom of the mountain, let alone imagine what kind of magic it is.

The mountain road is not very rough, and the snow on the stone steps has been cleared.

We found a farmer at the foot of the mountain to park the car, and Lao Han and I started to climb up the mountain slowly.

Knowing that we were going to climb a mountain today, we specially wore hiking shoes.My orange-red ski suit and Lao Han's dark blue down jacket stand out in this white snow world.There was no one around, so Lao Han held my hand tightly.

Looking at Lao Han, his dark stubble is very distinct on the white skin, especially the two thick mustaches on his lips, matched with his face reddened by the cold wind, it looks very sexy no matter what.Looking at his squinted eyes thinking about something, I felt a sudden surge in my heart.

"Brother, you are so pretty." I said sincerely.

Old Han laughed: "What nonsense are you talking about, you are still saying this at this time!"

"You're just pretty, really."

Remembering what he said last night about who would not touch anyone for a month, I squeezed his jaw.

Both of them were wearing white cotton gloves, and apart from being able to feel the thickness of his palms, I couldn't feel the intimacy of the skin rubbing that I tried so hard to feel.

"Brother, look!", I pointed to the small tree next to me and shouted.

On the small pine trees that can be touched by hand on the side of the mountain road, red ribbons are densely tied around the waist, and some ribbons are hung with golden copper locks.These ribbons are flying in the cold wind, and the golden copper locks are really eye-catching in this plain white world.

Old Han stopped, held a lock and took a closer look with me.

A few lines of small characters are engraved on the lock: ***, *** will be united forever, on a certain day of a certain month and a certain year.

Looking around, there is no one around, and there are more and more ribbons and locks like this as you go up the mountain.Looking from a distance, it looks like clusters of bright red butterflies fluttering on the snow, and I am fascinated by it.

"This is called a concentric lock. It is used by couples to pray for blessings. There are so many red ribbons and concentric locks, which shows how popular this place is!" Lao Han patiently explained to me like a teacher.

I leaned over to Lao Han: "I must also go to the mountain to ask for a lock, engrave your and my name on it, and hang it on a tree!"

Old Han narrowed his eyes and smiled: "How old are you, you still play this, aren't you afraid of being seen?"

I hugged his head with a smile, and kissed his face with a "snap": "Only the gods know what I engraved on it. Besides, who would look through the words on these concentric locks one by one!"

Lao Han looked around vigilantly: "You are crazy, on this mountain!"

"What's the matter on the mountain? There's no one there!" Seeing Lao Han blushing, remembering the unfair treaty he said, and seeing the successful sneak attack, I was happy.

"Who said there is no one? Look down!" Lao Han smiled and grabbed my ear, turning my head back.

From the bottom of the mountain, not far from us, two middle-aged men with big baskets on their backs were slowly climbing up.They are hunched over and slowly climbing up. It seems that they are pretending to be heavy.

"Is that something for the temple? Maybe it's vegetables and daily things? They have free time to watch us! Besides, they must be familiar with it." Although my heart was pounding, I still quibble.

"What do you mean by not being surprised? You, if you are really seen, I'll see what you say." Old Han glared at me.

"Brother, I can't walk anymore, can you carry me on your back?"

Walking to a gentle slope, there is a platform of one foot square in all directions. Thinking of the well-known and classic interrogation aria in "Three Drops of Blood" in Qin Opera "Three Drops of Blood", I made things difficult for Lao Han again.

Arriving in a strange place, surrounded by people I don't know, my mood suddenly brightened, and I didn't miss any chance to act like a baby in front of Lao Han.

Old Han raised his face: "You have a good idea! Don't forget the agreement between us!"

"What agreement?" I pretended to be stupid.

"Do you want me to talk? You want to go!" After that, he ignored me and walked up the stairs.

I hated it so much that my teeth itch, and looking sideways, Lao Han was hiding his smile.

Climbing further up, I can vaguely hear the rhythmic chanting of the "Diamond Sutra" coming from the temple.Strange to say, in this snow-covered mountain, hearing this Sanskrit sound, my heart became pure.

Following Lao Han's footsteps, he gradually stopped feeling cold.After walking for a meal, we turned a big bend again, and on a gentle slope, the whole picture of Fengde Temple appeared in front of us.

Fengde Temple sits north to south, and the mountain gate is half closed.On the vermilion mountain gate, the neat brass-colored door nails are very dazzling.The three characters "Fengde Temple" on the black background and golden Wei stele on the lintel look so solemn and solemn.

Walking into the compound, I saw a 40-year-old nun standing in front of the corridor.

Seeing us, the nun lowered her head and clasped her hands together, bowing to salute.

Lao Han went up to explain his purpose, and the nun replied: "The almsgiver, please wait in the main hall. I will ask the abbot to come out." After speaking, she hurried away.

In the main hall, an older nun is leading seven or eight nuns to recite the Diamond Sutra attentively.

The sound of the wooden fish made my heart flutter.

I don't know how many Buddhas and Arhats are enshrined on both sides of the hall. In the center, there are three Buddhas that I recognize.The one in the middle is Sakyamuni, the one on the left is Medicine Buddha, and the one on the right is Amitabha Buddha.I have heard people say that these three Buddhas represent the world, the past and the future respectively.

I turn to the back of this group of Buddha statues.Here, several Bodhisattvas are enshrined, the one in the middle is Guanyin Bodhisattva, the two on the left and right are Manjushri Bodhisattva riding a green lion, and Samantabhadra Bodhisattva riding a white elephant.

The golden wintersweet in the courtyard is in full bloom, and bursts of medicinal fragrance pierce the cold, accompanied by the curling sandalwood from the hall into my nostrils, I suddenly feel as if I have passed away.

In the solemn hall, I suddenly remembered the nightmare I had during my nap yesterday, and I shivered.

Looking at Lao Han in the main hall staring up at the Buddha in a daze, I don't know whether I should tell him how I feel now.