Autumn in Hongluo Temple, drunk eyes

Text/Picture Qinghan

The world-famous Hongluo Temple attracts thousands of tourists, but I, a native of Huairou, have never been there twice. I always say that the autumn in Hongluo Temple is very beautiful. Under the temptation of the photos in the circle of friends, I stepped into this sacred and solemn place one evening.

〖Small impressions of entering the temple at dusk in autumn〗

The leaves have fallen slightly cold, the wind is slightly fluffing the willow banks,

The long and falling rain overlaps, and I fall into a dream Xiaotingxuan.

The yellow leaves of the grass and trees are gone, and the red maples are all over the steps.

The gray tiles and green shadows appear, and the frightened birds look pitiful.

Last night, autumn melted into my dream.

The setting sun embraces a strong chill and infects my laziness with a clear and thorough feeling, and autumn has a warm and warm sense of ritual.

The wind changes overnight. The colorful colors of autumn fill your eyes. The wind, like a mystery, teases out the world's splendor, like a dream. The fallen leaves are like drunken butterflies, shining and flying in the clearness of dreams. At this time, my heart was in an uproar like a blooming river. The singing of birds floats gracefully in the birch forest. Autumn! The face full of youthful joy is moving away bit by bit. Before I had time to write a farewell note to summer, autumn had already arrived at the window. Pick a piece of lovesickness, pick up a bouquet of necklaces, and play the love of autumn towards the sycamore leaves, the call of autumn, the lingering feeling of autumn...

The autumn wind is light, the autumn fog rises, the autumn rain is cold, and the autumn leaves gather together. scattered. The feast of nature covers up the fragrant leaves in the skirt. Autumn flowers are picturesque, autumn scenery is like poetry, and it is like an evening with all the sunset glow.

Autumn is full of harvest, love and distance. I love the warmth and coldness of autumn, and I love the continuous reproduction of layers. The autumn wind is light, the autumn night is sleeping, the autumn frost is dyed, the grace of the mountain is boundless, and the quilt is natural.

When you enter the temple, your eyes are full of golden colors. Although the ground is covered with fallen leaves, you can’t feel the silence of autumn, and you can feel a kind of solemn admiration for the beauty.

There are two ancient ginkgo trees in front of the Main Hall. The female tree in the east is more delicate and short, and the male tree in the west is tall and strong. This male ginkgo tree is more than 1100 years old and more than 30 meters tall. The circumference of the tree reaches as much as 7 meters. Although it is more than a thousand years old, its vitality has not diminished. The male tree blooms with small pale yellow flowers every spring but has no fruits in autumn, while the female tree has no flowers every spring but is full of fruits in autumn. People think they are like a pair made in heaven, a perfect couple, so they are also called couple trees.

Autumn in Hongluo Temple

Writes a solemn silence

Ancient trees and old vines

Buries a restless heart in Chest

Autumn in Hongluo Temple

Writes a song of auspiciousness

The upright green bamboo

The ginkgo in front of the Main Hall is full of golden color hands

Autumn in Hongluo Temple

The past is silent

Three devout knocks in front of the Buddha

How much has been smoothed The frowning brows of the world

Autumn in Hongluo Temple

The distant sound of bells

The thoughts of millions of leaves imprisoned

< p> The togetherness that redeemed the past life and this life

Autumn in Hongluo Temple

The light footsteps on the stone steps

Looking up at the swaying maple branches

Dye all the red silk in the setting sun at dusk

As the sun sets to the west, the autumn colors of the ancient temple are written,

The old things are revealed in front of the temple, and the cold plum blossoms invite the winter snow.

Spring is full of fragrance, Pinellia is slightly cool at night,

When does the small lake in the sky start? Xiaoxiao waits for the rain to stop.

The gray tiles and red walls are covered with clouds and smoke, and the plain vines are silent and sad.

Things pass by one after another, and I miss the wilderness.

The feelings of autumn fill my eyes

The silence of autumn hangs on the leaves

The thoughts of autumn are folded on the vines

Distant mountains , relying on the mood of autumn

The grain pattern is dripping with the lingering fragrance of autumn

The mottled colors in the splendor are the traces of autumn

The passing of winter

The confusion in silence is autumn

The hidden poem

The crescent moon hanging obliquely

Breathing ignorance into Liao Lai's mood

The shadow hanging on the wall, separated by layers of autumn

Secretly sniffing the purity of last night

Autumn, pillowing a hint of infatuation

I use my dreams to taste the fragrance of last night

The breeze on my pillow is lingering and lingering

It stirs up the shyness of girlish feelings

I use the remaining piece of Red leaves, wandering in my dreams

The blue sky I look up to is infinitely vast

But I stumbled through it like flowing clouds

I chewed my food with my chaotic brain Text

There are jumping inspirations in my thoughts

But I try to figure it out in a worshipful way

The morning breeze embraces me

The sun kisses me

The blue sky calls me

Autumn leads me to joyful singing

Autumn slowly penetrates the coolness

I enjoy the beauty of the pure and simple Migration

The warmth reflected on the wall

I gently picked it up in the gap

A trace of tranquility awakened the dusty memory

More I hope to meet you in the time of love

Brushing cloud marks and falling flowers on the handrails

Enjoying the detachment on the other side in the street

Like many people, I

like to look up

Look up at the lingering vastness

Look up at the reverie with eyes closed in meditation

Look up at that period of eternal melancholy , and

The fragrance of burning years

Standing in the corner of October

Using simple words to stretch the reality of life

Facing Breeze, towards the sky

Stepping on the newly shed coat of the trees

My heart is disturbed by the high and low winds

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Those ancient past events are tied into memory

Time stirred by gold, silence turns into ice

The temple is silent

Only solemnity is heard Dialogue with the Divine

Resolve the crisis with a pious body

Impress the gods with ordinary happiness

A letter full of confessions in the evening

Fallen leaves sing songs

I bury time in the perspective of looking up

Waiting for the beauty of dawn

Praying that the whole story of life will be divided in an instant

Show off that rushes into the throat

Overlapping by the splendor of autumn again and again

Summer, looking around and missing

One meter of sunshine shines Entering the lazy branches

The wind blows gently

Caressing the mottled memories

Sitting lazily on the steps

< p> Dancing with the flowing long hair of the setting sun

Counting my thoughts

The setting sun gradually fades its luster, and those who use their lenses to look for beauty can’t bear to leave. For nearly an hour, I took hundreds of photos with my mobile phone. Although it was purely a hobby, the rhythmic beauty that autumn brought to Hongluo Temple made people unable to help but miss it.

It's cold, the maple leaves are warm, and the water on the shallow shore is full of smoke

The birds chirp to clear the fog, and the bamboo shadows fall in front of the window

Leaning against the wall and reminiscing about things, only a few grasses remain

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Boil the rain and think about yesterday, send my sad wishes today

Caressing the hand of spring

Autumn has already arrived before it has time to warm up

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Autumn is full of branches

Looking up at the combs

It intoxicates the mind and confuses the eyes

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