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I went to Shanghai once a few years ago, and what impressed me the most was that there were many people and many cars. In this bustling city, for a tourist, there seems to be nothing worth remembering except shopping in the mall. Even the Oriental Pearl, a landmark building on the Bund, can't excite me at all. I have always liked the natural scenery, between mountains and rivers, refreshing and returning to nature. Or go to a scenic spot with a heritage. Thousands or hundreds of years of time and culture can always make people feel the vicissitudes left by the years.

Some time ago, I was on a business trip and passed through Shanghai. I don't want to stay here. Later, because of a teacher's sincere invitation, I decided to accompany her to visit my old friend in Songjiang.

Songjiang, known as Huating in ancient times, is a famous land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River. Now it is a district of Shanghai, about 40 kilometers away from Shanghai, and it is an important gateway to the southwest of Shanghai.

Arriving at dusk, leaving the railway station, the city I saw was even more shabby than I expected. Maybe I have experienced too many beautiful scenery along the way, and I am tired of the journey, and I don't have much enthusiasm for this small city.

My friend lives in a community in the new city, and it is simply two worlds from the old city next to the railway station. It turns out that Songjiang is developing a new city, and the framework of the whole city has basically been built.

The host is very enthusiastic. After he settled down, he showed us around. Strolling on the quiet avenue, the trees in the green belts on both sides are scattered. Different architectural styles, mostly villas, are two different styles from the high-rise buildings in Shanghai. Because it is a new city, few people live in it, and there is no noise of the city at all, so everything looks so neat and peaceful. Chatting with the host for a walk, I don't know how long it took, but I completely forgot my fatigue. The green area here is very large, and the whole city is built in a forest park. The mountains, water, trees and grass are in harmony with the high-rise buildings and have a unique flavor. I heard from friends that the design here is a national first-class designer. Time passed before you knew it, and the night was getting deeper. I thought I had plans for tomorrow, so I had to go home.

On the third day of the trip, under the careful arrangement of the host, we first took a taxi to visit Songjiang University Town. The University Town is located in the northwest corner of Songjiang New Town and consists of many universities. It covers an area of 4,600 mu, with a total investment of more than 2 billion yuan and a student scale of 40,000. There have long been university towns abroad, such as Oxford University Town and Cambridge University Town in Britain, Harvard University Town and MIT University Town in the United States, and Tsukuba University Town in Japan. In China, this is a brand-new mode of running a school.

Due to time constraints, I can't take a closer look. I don't remember the specific school, but I was impressed. There is no "fence" in the school, but only green belts or rivers are used to divide the sideline, which not only makes people feel a kind of harmony between schools, but also shows that all kinds of resources in the university town can be enjoyed. I was surprised at that time, how could so many universities settle here? Later, it was said that in order to achieve the goals of "land for highland, land for space and land for development", the local government provided 3,600 mu of campus construction land and 1 1,000 mu of low-cost land for the construction of college students' village. I see, "plant a plane tree and wait for the phoenix to come"!

I took a taxi around and came to the destination of this trip-Thames Town. This small town was designed by European designers and copied the style of English rural architecture. Strolling through it is like being in a fairy tale world. The scene I saw in Europe in the media before was unexpected. Each villa, which is only four stories high, has different styles, and no two villas are the same. Every detail is so exquisite, even the flowers and plants in front of and behind the house are designed so naturally, which is much more interesting than the stereotyped pattern of most China buildings!

The town has complete facilities, including schools, shopping malls and churches. In addition to buildings, some leisure spaces such as bridges and lakes are also properly decorated, which makes you feel more like a tourist attraction than a residential area.

Not long after the town was built, although there were no residents, tourists came in an endless stream, strolling on the ground paved with bluestone slabs or other materials in twos and threes, stamping their feet leisurely and enjoying the exotic customs. The storefront is deserted, but one business is particularly hot-wedding photography. I think smart bosses value these free resources. On the way, I met several couples who took wedding photos, posing in various sweet poses, and realizing their dreams like princes and princesses in this fantasy kingdom.

I feel a little tired after walking for a long time. I walked into a western-style fast food restaurant to rest and fill my stomach. It was past noon when I came out, but it was raining outside. Walking in this rainy alley, my heart was intoxicated. The quiet and elegant town looks more pure under the infiltration of rain, which seems to reveal a touch of sadness. I can't help but think of the poem "Walking alone in a long, long, lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella, hoping to meet a girl who is as sad as cloves ..."

At this moment, I feel very lucky to come to Songjiang and enjoy such beautiful scenery. I'm so glad you came. In a person's life, many beautiful things often appear inadvertently, and there is no need to force them deliberately. Life is a journey, what matters is not the destination, but the people who accompany you to see the scenery and the mood of seeing the scenery along the way! Although I am just a passer-by, I can leave footprints here and take away good memories. What can I ask?

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The Zen Bodhisattva in the mountain temple can only spend the afterlife, my child. I still have to walk well in my life! -The teacher said. The temple is hidden behind the village, with mountains in the distance. The only difference is the season, but the mountain shadows are always so hazy and the mountains overlap. If you look far away in the afterglow of the sunset, you can't see anything. The clouds are dyed red and blended with the mountains, just like the belly of a bird, gently pressed down. On a clear day, you can clearly see the dark blue Dai Shan, just like the scenery in Chinese painting. All the images are immersed in subtle elegance. I don't have a bamboo hat or a thin donkey. I can only watch the faint path tangled in the distant hillside, intermittent. Maybe I can only count as a seal at most. In this corner, I can witness the winding of time and history. The temple is small and helpless, with red walls and blue tiles. It lives next to the village, but it keeps a delicate distance. Never regard it as a vassal. At most, it's like a monk sitting cross-legged on the floor and smiling at each other. A dirt road paved with cinders extends from the entrance of the village to the door of the convenience. The temple seat faces south, and the temple gate is embedded in a warm arch for people to enter and leave. Twenty paces east from the temple gate, there is another door. Inside the door, there is a slant hall. There is a wooden plaque on the door. The temple number is "# # Zen Forest". The threshold is quite high, and people need to lift their feet to get in. The temple is small and low, surrounded by cigarettes. Maitreya was naked, lying on his pillow, with one leg slightly open and the other leg connected to it, with his toes and knees touching the ground. Unlike Maitreya's signature smile, Four donkey kong. From the city to the temple, you have to walk three or four miles, and then cross the village from south to north. This life lasted for two years. I like the feeling of walking alone on the cement slab road in the south of the village when spring blossoms. The mountains are in sight, the roadside is green and gloomy wheat seedlings, and the wind blows in my face. The peculiar smell of soil goes from nostril to throat, from throat to chest, as if the blood vessels of the whole body are connected instantly, and people are also light, such as drinking fairy mash. The houses in the village are all flat-topped and thick-eaves, tall and straight, and the yard is narrow, and the gate is only enough for two people to pass. The villagers here are not surprised by the intervention of outsiders like me, and they live a leisurely life. There is a newsstand at the end of the village street, where I often borrow books. Nevertheless, the host is as strict as ever, but fortunately I can't understand what she is yelling at. The shopkeeper is a young woman with a limp, fat body and many beards on her lips. I can remember her clearly. This woman is about 2056 years old, and it is difficult to get married because of her disability. So, I forgave her. I can also see a little bit of her pain. She tried to hide it in front of people, and she didn't care. She is always arrogant when she comes into contact with people, but maybe there are many tears behind her. The books are mainly martial arts novels, works by Gu Long and Jin Yong. I just read them once. Usually I come back from the temple and borrow books here. Lame women have been like this for a long time. Every year on the third day of the third lunar month, a grand temple fair is held in the village. The whole village went out and the neighbors rushed in. The wide streets are crowded. Buddhists in this area are particularly heavy, and the villagers are very loyal to the Buddha. At this time, the temple always invites monks to give lectures for seven days. There is a Bangzi Opera Troupe from the city in the village, and a platform has been set up at the east end of the village. Every day, they sing from afternoon till late at night. I remember there was a man named Hong Yun in Tsing Yi. Every time he went on stage, the audience shouted to move. What Hongyun is best at is Dou E's grievance drama and direct singing. Before Hongyun arrived, it was rumored in the troupe that Hongyun had married a real estate agent in the city. On the wedding day, she walked across the city with a big sedan chair and gongs and drums, and never heard from her again. It is said that she will avoid living in Xishan villa and never associate with people in the troupe again. On the day of the temple fair, I didn't know how to play, and I didn't like listening to the teachings of monks. I only stayed in the market, where people were crowded, and vendors on both sides showed their magical powers, including mud birds, sugar people, juggling, clothes, shoes and socks, and daily necessities. Selling, soliciting, old people coughing, children crying and laughing, pop songs are endless. The snacks here are very distinctive, famous for their highland barley noodles. There is a small shop by the roadside, which can only accommodate four or five people. There is a huge wood outside the shop. There is a wooden hammer on the wood, which is about four meters long. It takes an iron bar and a giant wood as the axis, hangs a giant wood under the hammer, and then the cooker. There is a groove on the hanging wood, which is contained with a wooden hammer. Lehe is cheap and good. Steam out of the pot, supplemented by sesame oil, mustard oil, rice vinegar and chopped green onion. The entrance is refreshing, the chewing produces fluid, and the flavor is unique. At that time, a bowl was only seventy cents. Every time I come here, I always eat a few bowls, which makes people look askance and laugh. In fact, I am not looking forward to the prosperous day of the temple fair, but walking alone in the village and entering the small temple. The introduction is a century-old ancient pagoda, crowned as a shop, and beyond the huge shadow, the Hall of Great Heroes stands tall. In front of it, there is a huge incense burner, in which the monster swallows his ears and four claws pounce on the ground. The fingers in the furnace are thick and fragrant for years, and the main hall is only fifty steps away from the main hall. There are more than a dozen meditation rooms behind the main hall. There are only a dozen female nuns in this temple. The first one is in his forties, and the others are apprentices, ranging from teenagers to twenties. There is a table tennis table and two classrooms on the west side of the yard, which are the teaching places for teachers. One evening, as soon as I entered the temple, I saw the abbot crossing his hands and coming out of the Ursa Major Hall. Suddenly, two little apprentices came up with a smile and ran into the abbot. Xiao Ni was very scared, and the abbot was also rushed to the birth of the Three Buddhas. He hurriedly patted the Buddha's chest with one hand and squeezed out the beads with the other. He turned red and white, said Amitabha, and was slightly angry. He scolded him and said that you two were not involved. Its state is actually like a loving mother. The two little disciples folded their hands, lowered their eyes, bowed down and retreated, and even called out their sins. Unexpectedly, before turning the corner of the temple, the old state sprouted again, and after running, I didn't know where to go. I often listen to the teacher chanting in the main hall, and the sun shines obliquely from the window, leaving some light and shadow on the blue brick floor. The Hall of Ursa is dedicated to avalokitesvara with a thousand hands. One hand is stretched out on the chest, the palm is a jade bottle and willow branches, and the other hand is bowing. The other hand holds all kinds of magic dropping devices. Guanyin stood on the lotus platform and looked down intently, as if thinking about a plan to save suffering. On top of the incense table, dozens of candles are clearly hidden, and the cigarettes in the temple are lingering, which makes people think and dare not neglect. Before the teacher kneels on the case every day, the wooden fish mumbles. In this way, I stood behind the teacher intermittently at the entrance of the main hall for two years, sometimes for an hour or two, sometimes for a long time, and I didn't know if I could hear any Buddhism. At that time, life was very distressing and there was no way out. At the foot of the mountain, behind the lonely village, in the small temple, in the main hall, in the teacher's room, there is a persistent me standing next to me. In the last two years, I still often go to the small temple to linger. I listened to the teacher's statement again. She bowed in front and I listened in the back. Suddenly, my mind opened and two lines of muddy tears poured out. My eyes are blurred, there is no Guanyin, no teacher, no incense. When I was absent-minded, I suddenly heard the teacher whisper, Bodhisattva can only spend the afterlife, son, I still have to go on on my own in this life! When I wiped my eyes, I saw that the temple was empty, and people went to the building, and the incense was bright.