The Tour of Anyang (Part Two)

I booked the high-speed train on the afternoon of the third day. That morning, my friend was going to visit relatives for his father, leaving me alone. In my spare time, I walked through the streets, walked around Anyang City on two legs.

Always wanted to speak for the aborigines here. I have many special feelings for them. These feelings may not be in line with their real life, but what I want to say is really what I experienced personally these days. I don't play either. Just say what you saw.

On that day, I plan to visit several places near the hotel. First, it is inconvenient to go too far by car in the afternoon, which wastes time. Secondly, I want to walk around and see the city, blend in and experience the local customs of Anyang for myself. So, open the map, see where is near me, and then decide where to go. Hey, hey, I'm also a temperamental person.

I first discovered Tianning Temple. I looked it up, and it is said that it was built in the late Zhou Dynasty, with a history of more than 1000 years. I've been to many monasteries (I wanted to list all the ones I've been to, but I'd better forget it. ), but Tianning Temple is definitely my deepest experience. There are too many believers here, really too many, and everyone is so pious. The temple itself is not big, just like other temples. If anything, it is the five-story Wenfeng Pagoda. The strange thing about this tower is that it is big and small, and it stands there like a mushroom. This is also a rare tower building in China. There are brick carvings on the eight walls of the tower, and the details of the characters are still clearly visible under the tower, which is very beautiful. There are believers under the tower. Men and women, old and young, walked around the tower with their hands folded and muttered to themselves. Every time they go to one side, they will kneel and salute. Some deduct three heads, and some deduct nine heads. Whoever does not kowtow should bow down.

Except for pagodas, Tianning Temple has the same pattern as other temples. First, the two generals, Hum and Ha, entered the door, and then a big incense burner was lit with incense and lotus lanterns beside it. Go back to the front hall. The Maitreya Buddha in the front hall is full of incense, and so are the four heavenly kings. Of course, Wei Tuo is an exception. Behind the front hall is the Hall of Heroes. People pray, burn incense and light lamps outside the main hall. Pray, kowtow, burn incense and chant in the temple. The temple is full of incense, and the old man dressed as a nun wears brown clothes and talks with the believers with a smile. There are more than a dozen believers chanting in the temple, knocking on the wooden fish, knocking on people's hearts one by one, knocking my heart pounding with the rhythm of the wooden fish. Believers dressed in white clothes, immersed in it, forgot their surroundings and sang loudly. This is the first time I have awe of religion. I am not because they preach the doctrine of causal cycle in heaven and hell, I am not because of solemn murals and ferocious generals, but because of this group of devout people in front of me. Their clothes are not worn by the poorest people in Northeast China. The uniform black tone, at least in my eyes, is particularly shabby. But their pious expressions, serious expressions and satisfied eyes. It really made me awe of religion.

This group of people can't be found in the northeast, and even if there were, there would never be so many. Personally, I think there is no temple in the northeast except Dabei Temple in Liaoning. Most people go to the temple to seek wealth, power and profit; Perhaps because of my sin, I prayed for the forgiveness of the Buddha. Not because of that heartfelt belief. So the temples in the northeast are well built and the immortals are very special. You can find one that suits you. There is a Kannonji in my hometown, which contains two generals, four heavenly kings, Mifo Wei Tuo, Sakyamuni, Manjusri Bodhisattva Pu Xian, Eighteen Arhats, Guanyin Bodhisattva and her hundreds of incarnations. There are also dragon kings and heroines, ginger and Jing, and the god of wealth (most temples have the god of wealth, and it is the best incense and the most full merit box). There are four or five god of light, including the gods of literature,,, and Bi. There are also drug kings, Guan Gong, land, land father-in-law and land mother-in-law. There are also city gods, mountain gods and family immortals. Everything, and there are many members in the same department. Then there are merit boxes everywhere. Donors spend money to avoid disasters, while recipients spend money for fun. Donors spend money with peace of mind and go home with peace of mind. The recipient got the money, squandered it, and later added several statues to provide donors with a variety of choices. This is killing two birds with one stone.

I didn't slander our religion. I especially respect a really good temple. For example, Dabei Temple, such as Tianning Temple. The rest are neither fish nor fowl, but they are just using the psychology of believers to cheat some money. What is there to respect? I also respect real monks. Last time I went home by train, a monk bought a seat, but he kept standing and gave it to someone else. He stood from the moment I got on the bus to the moment I got off. I don't think he will stand because he knows I will write this article today. I respect him. I respect him from the bottom of my heart There are also fake monks who eat, drink, gamble and smoke, such as Xuecheng exorcist at Longquan Temple in Beijing. They are all lying to the Buddha. I don't think I will go to hell if I scold them for Buddha.

Out of Tianning Temple, I really walked into the alley again. It's not Nanluoguxiang, nor Kanto Courtyard, but a truly inhabited alley. I remember there seems to be an alley called Xiangzhou Lane. There are many people and few cars in the alley, and the roadside is still doing business, with gables in front and their homes behind. If compared with Wanda in the north of the city, it would be a world of difference. Things are cheap, and I like oranges, so I owe a question. The oranges are ten yuan and eight Jin. I don't know how much these people have to sell to go to Wanda for a meal. Within a city, it's just a south and a north. This gap is really too big. The poor are the poor, and the poorer they are, the richer they get. I don't know what the problem is. I dare not talk nonsense. However, when I think of the broken garden in Yiyuan, the glory of Anyang International Convention and Exhibition Center, the gate of Anyang Education Bureau and so many places with wide roads and few people in the city center, I may understand something. Don't say that I pretend to moan deeply and interrupt things that the country doesn't care about. This is not what I want to say. This is what people with lofty ideals of the Chinese nation have asked me to say for thousands of years. This is what a person who has studied literature should say. "Zhumen wine stinks, and the road has frozen bones." "Who is in the jade off hard? Who sings and dances in Lou Yu? " "Ten families have hydrazine bottles and a phoenix hairpin." "Half of us were killed at the front, but the other half are still alive, and the beautiful girls are still dancing and singing for them at the camp." "Who is the weaver? Han Gongji, Yuexi cold girl. " "A cluster of dark flowers makes ten families happy." "The fields of the rich are boundless and the poor have no place to stand." ..... I didn't want to say this, but the most intimate place I feel these days happens to be here. I sincerely hope that they will get better. Maybe next time.

The people I saw in the alley didn't look like the city people I had seen. They are all wearing dark clothes, and my white clothes may stand out in the crowd. Women, like men, are working and shouting, and occasionally get together in twos and threes to talk about family affairs. I passed a car selling meat, the owner of which was a woman, and walked not far away to chat with a group of women selling socks. There is a little black dog under the car, turning around and sniffing around. I suddenly want to stand up, put my front paws on the car and reach for the meat in the car with my mouth. Maybe my legs are too short to reach, but I can't reach them. In desperation, I had to come down and continue to turn anxiously under the car, sniffing around ... The young people here are doing things at the roadside stalls, and the old people are sitting on the steps in front of the door in twos and threes, without talking, just watching, watching their children, watching people coming and going, watching their own past and watching the city. ...

In this way, I will have a rough tour of the city. I can't say whether I like it or hate it, but it was an unforgettable experience.

I also went to Yuanhe Hanqi Temple, but compared with other places, it is really nothing to mention. The mutton Huimian Noodles here is really delicious. I drank half of the leftover noodle soup.

During this trip, I also reflected on myself. Think about their views on friendship and love. My vision is too high, my bones are too hard, my personality is too stubborn, and I am doomed to be lonely. When I got home, I wrote to my old friend whom I haven't seen for a long time. When I am free, I want to write down this experience. Remember that it will be over in three days.

Ok ... I also want to thank Mr. Liang for his warm hospitality in Anyang. I have nothing to report. I wrote two poems in Anyang. I'll give you one:

15, my brother stayed in Anyang town.

Guests are also guests, visiting the ancient capital.

Yin Ding's ci is still noble, and the Song Temple is full of grass.

When will Mulberry come back after drinking snow all night?

In the land garden where the stars fell, the drunken body was buried in the snow.

Another song for myself:

Anyang encounters snow.

Three young master stayed, mournful wine cloud:

"I've been used to snow all my life. I'm a lone ranger."

Maybe all the time. ...