Fayuan Temple, Zen Lilac - Selected Photographs by Liu Ling / Li Wubin
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Li Wubin
Filming location: Fayuan Temple, Xicheng, Beijing
Accompanying poem: Li Wubin
Liu Ling's profile: China International Friendship Liaison Association Retired cadre, photography enthusiast, his photographic works with novel composition, the pursuit of smart artistic effects, has a number of works in Xinhuanet, City Headlines, Toutiao, Baidu, Sohu and other online media released, and widely acclaimed.
Hogenji Temple, Zen Ding Xianghua
Walking into April, the lilacs in the Fayuan Temple in Beijing are blooming, bursting with fragrance, and tourists come here to watch and take pictures. Fayuan Temple was founded in the 19th year of Tang Zhenguan, and is an ancient temple with a long history in Beijing.
- Li Wubin
There is no recitation of Dai Wangshu's "Rain Alley" here
There is no cover of Tang Lei's "Lilacs" here
A tree, a cluster
This flower blooms in Fayuan Temple
Willing to send the fragrance of the courtyard
Tie the immortal Zen relationship
Tranquility in the middle of the city
Zen is practiced in the world
The fragrance overflowing with flowers and branches is also elegant
The red light still retains the festive spirit
The ancient temple shows a new style
The red wall is nostalgic for the antique
Inherited culture
Guarding the blood of tradition
Dyed in the wool
Lilacs are like smoke
The branches are clear and fragrant, but not strong
It is in response to the Zen sense of silence
Jade cloves are as pure as snow
Holiness is a state of Buddhahood
The heart pool is clear
Go to Fayuan Temple to see the cloves
Unburned Buddha incense
The heart is pure
Flying eaves to explore flowers and tie the Buddha's fate
Old trees and new flowers lanterns red
Outside the window, the flowers and branches are a little Zen
Buddha edge Zen heart lilac
Chieda Mane Falling Fragrance Snow
Snow and purple smoke are suitable
The red light lights up a tree of flowers
The tree blooms more in spring when it is old
The flowers under the eaves are full of bright eyes