Personal Profile: Liu Qingning Pen Name: Qingniu Jushi Member of China Photographers Association Member of Hefei Writers Association Literary Teenager in Childhood, Engineering Man in Youth, Entrepreneur in Adulthood, Ancient Rare Year Looks Forward to Cultivating in the Garden of Literature, Looking Forward to Small Harvests.
A little girl who is Lan Weilian
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Text/Liu Qingning
At first hearing Pulanji, I didn't feel a little surprised - I remember that there is a Pulan County in Ali, Tibet, which is closest to heaven, and how can there be a place with the same name as Pulan in the corner of the River Road at the bridge of Mengcheng Road? In the morning, Bo Mingzhong slowly traveled east along the quietly flowing Gumi River, which was called "Shi Shui" in ancient times, and the "Water Commentary" recorded: "Shi Shui is also east of the south of Hefei County, and the city lives in four waters." In the east, there is Xiaoyaojin, and there are old beams on the water. Sun Quan attacked Hefei, and Zhang Liao was defeated at northern Jinbei. "What does this thousand-year-old water have to do with The Plain? On the north bank of the water, a courtyard in the northeast of the bridge quietly stands, walking into the courtyard door but seeing the bamboo shadow, the side of the firewood is clumsily engraved with three inconspicuous small characters of "Puranji", before entering the hut, it smells of wisps of fragrance, indifferent, fluttering, immersed in the heart and spleen, calm, just like the calm water in front of the door.
The room was dark and quiet, and a lone lamp on the long case warmly reflected a beautiful face, and it sounded like a friend from afar, and there was a loss of greeting. But when he saw the master of the room, Wan'er, wearing a white robe, floating forward, holding a lotus lamp in his hand, the candlelight shot out along the lotus petals, reflecting in front of a Buddha statue, the indifferent look, the deep eyes, and the birth revealed a trace of Zen.
The guest and host sat still, Wan Er took boiling water to clean the tea set, poured a small spoonful of tea into the pot to pour a little hot water into the tea, flushed into the boiling water, lifted the teapot to greet us with a phoenix three-nodding style, the clear tea glowed in a seductive color under the candlelight, smelled the incense tea, and took a sip full of fragrance. I can't help but think of the allusion of "sit please sit please sit down and please sit down to respect tea and respect fragrant tea", but I am not Suzi, and the master is a talented woman with the same name as Shangguan Wan'er.
Talking about the Chinese master and the Buddha, visiting the famous temple of Foshan, Pulan County is located at the junction of Tibet, India and Nepal in China, which is not only a tourist attraction, but also a Sacred Place of Buddhism, next to the Holy Lake, by the Peak of the Gods, temples are lined up, and are deeply loved by the owners of the room. Hearing that I was suddenly enlightened, Wan Er chose to carry the history and the future of the watery shore, is the city of human fireworks, opened a hut, crowned Pulan is to take the meaning of tourism and Buddhist counterparts to coexist, in the downtown and Zen heart, just as the Six Ancestors Huineng said, not the wind, not the movement, the benevolent heart. What a clever woman.
The tea was faint, and I sat down in front of the case. Wan Er avoided going to his room to burn incense, chanting the sutras, copying the scriptures, the lotus lamps flickering, the Buddha beads shining brightly, the dead lotus leaning against the wall, and the Buddha's heart quietly. An old-fashioned tape recorder sounded leisurely, the Sanskrit sounded, Wan Er raised her hands and feet, and a smile could not help but reveal a strong Zen meaning. Stillwater (another little girl with a quiet heart) quietly raised her camera and left a zen-like picture.
Stepping out of the Planji, Wan Er echoed in her ears in agreement with my understanding of its name, and said to its more extended interpretation: "Decompose it again, Pu, it is a reminder: we are all a grain of dust in the world, try to be as indifferent as possible, try to be as peaceful as possible, and have no discriminating mind." I love plants, orchids are the fragrance of the king, the fragrance of the gentleman, the empty valley orchid, but also the attitude and ethics of life. "If so, Puranji is a big success.
The north and south bridges of the Mihe River,
Puranyaji by the water,
The Brahmanas chant,
Agarwood green smoke dispersed.
The heart has bodhichitta self-determination,
Dressed in a white shirt and flowing hair,
Lone Lantern Shadow Together,
May you be a lotus before the Buddha.
Photography: Xu Jing