But every woman who set foot here was the daughter of the gentle and quiet, unsmiling nobleman 1500 years ago, Empress Yifu of the Western Wei Dynasty.
Poignant love is always born at the wrong time, and Yuan Baoju is cowardly. Ten years of unforgettable hearts, two feelings of mutual pleasure, finally drowned in the road of imperial power.
"Are there millions of people who lift up for a woman?" Even so, if you refuse to cut off your beloved wife and invite yourself to suffer, what kind of face will you see in this material theory? Such a submission is a puppet under Yuwen Tai's hegemony, without a trace of family and country feelings, and some are just helpless to watch their loved ones die, and the powerlessness of hatred. ”
"May the Supreme Being live ten million years, and the world will be prosperous." Dead without hate also". The queen's tears were quiet, and her heart was suffocating. Poignant with the ups and downs of life. The hand of the son is not old.
The serene mind, the wisps of green silk have not gone away, washing away the bustling nothingness, and precipitating the nirvana that is not alarming. Above the clouds, a blessed soul floats in, smiling quietly; it has been a thousand years since he became a Buddha with a stone and returned again.
Fragments of memories search for the past, only for the unenlightened life. In front of you are the Northern Wei swords, guns, iron horses, Tang poems and Song poems, and pipa flicks. The melodious camel bell Xi sent everything, nourished the land of Qinzhou, had a scene of prosperity, had humiliation and sorrow, turned around, and returned to the past.
The thousand niches and thousands of rooms that are close at hand are the accumulation of life, the dojo of cause and effect, and the state of mind of Prajnaparamita
Looking up, the thousand niches and thousands of rooms in front of you are the accumulation of life, the dojo of cause and effect, the mood of Prajnaparamita, and the passion of the heart in the red dust. Dressed in a robe and a green lamp, it was a glimpse of infatuation that was released. In the realm of the mother-in-law, the clanging sound of smoke and rain and wheat and axe chiseling reverberates, chiseling suffering and chiseling brilliance. The ancient monument of Golden Sands, which is endless, inspires generations of pilgrims to practice.
Tianshui Mai Ji Shan, I still came, is Yi Fu shi and not Yi Fu shi.
Shuo Wind blows pain in my face, at this moment I am a baby who has fallen to the ground, reincarnated for a thousand years, in the end I still have to bear some pain. To be born again means to find yourself again, so why bother? At this time, Maiji Mountain was decorated with a long white snow, and the silvery reddish hue lacked the thick green of the summer grass, but it increased the thickness of history; the lone peaks surrounded by mountains were still cypresses and pines, the close connection between the trees was rooted in the fertile soil, and the branches and roots were intertwined with the life of the square circle, showing the eighty-four thousand Dharma Doors; the hesitation was silent, the compassionate overlooked, and every sentient being was felt. Rationalizing the illusion of thoughts, the vision is moistened with some local artistic atmosphere, the annual taste of beating gongs and drums flows on the path under the cliff, flowing in the story of the cave niches, the ancient and modern blend, the breath of life is like a surge, interpreting the wind and dust of the world.
Countless art giants wrapped their waddling steps, step by step, wandering on the ladder between the cliffs of qingyun, and the inexplicable sorrow and joy in their hearts were indescribable. Maybe this place once warmed me, and now it penetrated the cells around me and instantly shattered into light dust. In the midst of sighing, comfort yourself: If I want to become an immortal, I will begin with mortals!
In the arms of the ghostly craftsman, I could not touch the solemn facial features of the Buddha's face, and could only let my hands gently caress the Buddha's body, hoping to get the enlightenment of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas and help transport the desire in the red dust. In contemplation, I look forward to the rapid growth of the reborn soul. Walking into the mist makes people want to be more into the wrong, standing on the cliffs of the long corridor, intersecting with the four eyes of the Buddha, and flowing into the time and space of the bad void in an instant, I saw the birth of a thousand Buddhas.
This is a peaceful mood, lotus flowers, dotted with golden light, scattered on Mount Meru, like a butter lamp for the blessing of the world, bright crystals, pink and moist. The world of Buddhahood is also like a fairy tale world, full of beauty, quiet and kind. Warmth stretched every nerve in me. Wander in the abundant thoughts of the spiritual homeland and linger.
"Life is rare, Dharma is hard to smell." The great wisdom of enlightenment, cultivation, liberation from birth and death, and transcendence and sanctification wanders in the time and space of the virtuous, and if I hear it, I should look at it as I am. A thousand Buddhas were born, a thousand Buddhas also entered the world, and each Buddha in the cave niche has a ever-changing appearance, different forms, bright colors, a loving look, and a magnificent momentum. Suffering, collection, and extinction of the Path show life and the Dharma.
On the cliffs of the promenade, I shuttled through the swords of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and performed the joys and sorrows as the soldiers galloped on the battlefield. Life is like the cyan in the cave niche, there is no flower before the moon, no flower shadow swaying, only war, suffering. The craftsmen carried the strength and fatigue of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and embedded the thick history in the cave walls of the grottoes, reminding the world that peace was not easy to come by.
Flowers are praised, incense is incense, and the sea of Buddhas will be heard from afar
Stopping in the cliffs of the ancient monuments, The Heavenly Father is close to me, and the hearts of mortals constantly remind me: Don't be a passer-by in life, and nourish the soul with the essence of heaven and earth. Hearing about the Dharma, there is a auspicious scene in front of you: flowers are praised, incense is swirling, and the sea of Buddhas will be heard from afar. In the heavy mountains and mountains under the snow scenery, the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, the Eight Parts of the Heavenly Dragon, the Flying Heavens, etc. traveled together in the clouds, and the world was born, overcoming the sufferings of the war, and holding the colored stones in their hands ushered in the Kaiyuan prosperous era.
During the Spring Festival, many caves are in a state of retreat cultivation, and I can only tiptoe up, cover my forehead with my hands, and slowly taste the posture of geckos climbing the wall through the window. The flying sky and Buddha statues seen in the eyes are all injected with color by the mind, imagining the stable prosperity of the Kaiyuan prosperous world, the colorful Silk Road, and the gentle and bold Song Ci. For a while, I was also moved by the color flow I injected. At this moment, standing in this beautiful and magical land, only by virtue of the half-understanding learned in the history textbook, depicting the stone wall culture in front of you, using your thoughts to penetrate the body into the vortex of sculpture, opening up the eight veins of the Qijing, and zen into the artistic conception of the unity of heaven and man.
Ancient and modern longitude and latitude, the scene of living and working in peace and contentment is the calm beauty after the vicissitudes. I don't understand art, I can't use artistic terms to portray the handwriting of sculpture, but I can use the soul to activate a thousand years of life, although these lives stand in the realm of the Immortal Buddha, but the origin is still based on mortals in the world, the fate of the homeland, the love and hatred in the red dust, enough to push the artistic brush of sculpture to a climax. The unique natural landscape of Maiji Mountain is full of compassion and good karma full of cause and effect, and it is also an unbreakable spiritual mountain pagoda in the hearts of good men and good women.
But every woman who set foot here was empress Dowager Ephesus of the Western Wei Dynasty 1500 years ago
Under the inspiration, I still came, retreated a robe, the flesh and mortal fetus reincarnated again, this time I harvested love, helmed his own destiny, and went with the flow.
Embracing the close Yi Fushi, tears flowing, once we lived and died together, and now you are also living with me, I know that you will still carry the history of the Western Wei, smile for ten thousand years, hundreds of millions of years, and I will finally see you again.
Looking far away, the Maiji Mountain after the snow is like a Penglai wonderland, and I covet this encounter in the red dust, just to open the past of Alaya consciousness.