The thought of the evening bell of Cuiping

The sky gradually became colder, the autumn wind blew softly, and the leaves made a crackling sound, covering the whole ground. The morning dew has not yet subsided, and the crystal clear takes advantage of the wind to slip down the leaf surface, like teardrops.

The early birds were still chirping hoarsely, and in the distance there were bugs hiding under the leaves, singing deep and sad songs. The chrysanthemums bloom even more gorgeously, and the osmanthus trees also emit a seductive fragrance!

Greet the Sanskrit sandalwood, pick up the steps, bathe in the thousand-year-old temple style, and watch the vicissitudes of time-honored history! Listen to the whispers of the years, which Buddha statue that once had its head severed will eventually regain its glory.

Huang Tingjian, a Northern Song dynasty poet who lived in Yibin City, visited Cuiping Mountain, lamented the beauty of the mountain and the moving scenery, and wrote down the ancient famous sentence of "the mountain winds around the tower, the bell and drum, and the ancient Zen Pass in the depths of Cuiping". I think that at that time, the poet would also pray to the incense with devotion!

Twilight shrouded, the hustle and bustle of the city slowly fell silent, the moon quietly hid in the clouds, only the stars occasionally shone a little, as if to describe the coolness of the night.

A melodious bell rings, rings with the wind, ripples between heaven and earth, and the mind seems to have murmured Buddhist words, clearing the spirit and clearing, washing away the dust of the soul and taking away the troubles of the world!

"The bells flow in the wilderness, the monks speak in the distance, the clouds are dark in autumn, and the sound is dull." The evening clock of the ancient eight views of Cuiping.