Wentu/Ying Zhigang

Cherry blossoms are red on the street, and willows are green on the pool. In the sound of swallows, I have been lovesick for another year.

Before and after the Qingming Festival, the thousand-year-old Guangfu Tongguanyin Temple was broken by a splendid flower event.

Thousands of red and white cherry blossoms on the back mountain of the temple have entered their full bloom period, clustered with a simple and quiet clean land with curling Sanskrit sounds. The trees and trees are full of flowers like rosy clouds, adding great joy to the Buddhist Kingdom in this spring.

Entering from the main entrance of Tongguanyin Temple, after paying homage to Zhuangyan Baoxiang, you slowly walk to the foot of Guangfu Tower according to the mountain.

With this as a boundary, half is a Zen realm where lush ancient trees are cultivated, and the other half is a country of flowers where dark fragrance flows and the sound of orioles and birds are singing.

Passing the pagoda, out of the Moon Gate, and down the stone steps, the cherry blossoms in full bloom are huddled and shining, destined to be a beautiful encounter.

Spring flowers always remind people of love.

The late cherry blossoms in late spring are like a young girl with worries all the way, arriving late, worrying about the infatuated man under the tree.

Fortunately, she finally came.

For one thing, she is unrestrained and enthusiastic, holding each other's branches and gathering together. She looks like a brocade, red and charming, and a faint fragrance makes bees crazy. At a glance, she is like the smiling smile of the woman she likes, and the flowers are all gone to her soul.

At the intersection in April, the spring light is getting old, but only this evening cherry blossoms are still plucking the red strings.

In the forest where the sunset is in the evening and the breeze is caressing, we whisper softly, hug each other on the winding branches, and swing spring into a swing.

But I still begged her to be slower and lighter. The scattered petals had already covered the path, which always made people worry. In the blink of an eye, the flowers would be over.

Many years ago, a flower shop owner urged me, saying that only a man who understands flowers can understand women.

The inexplicable thought of these words comes from my heart, always worried that good things will pass quickly.

Just like those days when I was in love, that woman was obviously leaning in her arms, her eyes filled with love, but she sighed in her heart. I still miss you.

I still can't do it in this Brahma realm of Prajna, like those pious worshippers who only recite Amitabha.

I will always think of you, thinking about how you danced in these flowers and how you amazed my entire world when the petals touched the ends of your hair.

There is a graceful girl wearing Han clothes walking under the flower trees. At the moment of intersection, her beautiful face makes people feel like a deer in their hearts.

However, after exiting from the panicked feast of youth, I after all understood that the mercy of others who bloom and pity others who bloom is the true meaning of holding my son.

Time is safe, in the ancient town of Guangfu, with lakes, mountains and caves and blessed lands, holding your hand and walking through April when cherry blossoms are in full bloom, you will be beautiful in the world.