A 600-word essay introducing Tianshui Elephant Mountain

I regret that I have never experienced the artistic conception of climbing Mount Tai in the rain, but now I climbed Mount Daxiang in the misty rain. I am happy to come and visit, and I don’t expect the spring rain. Standing on the top of the mountain, leaning on the railing and looking into the distance, you can see the misty rain in front of your eyebrows, the pavilions and pavilions, the misty mountains are visible, the mountains are faint, and the clouds and mist are flying. There is no feeling of never getting tired of two things, and there is no pride of seeing all the small things in the mountains. Is it always so sad to climb high and look far away?

Coming to Gangu Daxiang Mountain is not to meditate on Zen and enlighten Taoism, nor to seek secluded places to explore. It is just to purify the soul, to be comforted and to inquire in the world of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. In fact, I have done it many times before, and I have a different feeling every time I do it. This time I came on a spring rainy day. It was rainy but not wet. It was a very interesting experience! Looking from a distance, in the vast mist and rain, the ancient and mysterious Daxiang Mountain looks even more majestic. How many autumns did it turn out to be? How many spring scenes have you read? No one can tell. As a remnant of Zhuyu Mountain in the Qinling Mountains, Daxiang Mountain is majestic, undulating, with broken rocks and splendid historic sites. This time I came to climb the mountain during the "April 8th" temple fair. Devotees and tourists walked up the clean stone steps. Among the people climbing the mountain, some came just to visit the scenery here and take photos; some came to pray to God and worship Buddha, with a pious look on their faces, but I had no intention of lingering on every scenery here, everything here was so familiar. After walking around and looking at the flowers, we came to the "Aimin Pavilion" from time to time. The refreshing lilac flowers, the white pine trees fluttering in the air, and the mottled ancient stone tablets make people feel relaxed and happy. Resting in a small pavilion, you can have a panoramic view of Gangu County, with tall buildings and busy traffic, giving it a prosperous scene. "Looking at the strong pines in the vast dusk, the chaotic clouds are still flying calmly." There are lingering clouds and mist under my feet, and hurried footsteps around me. Who among the tourists has the same leisurely mood to watch the clouds as I do?

Go up the steps and finally arrive at the foot of the Buddha. The Buddha sits peacefully in the niche, with his eyes slightly closed and his face kind. My thoughts traveled through time and space, returning to the distant era of seeking the Buddha's light. The craftsmen created miracles on the cliff with reverence for the Buddha. All this has long been lost in the clouds of history, and only the giant Buddha in front of us has witnessed the vicissitudes of thousands of years. In the long river of history, a person's life is like a white horse passing by, passing by in a flash; a person's life in the world is like a grain of salt in the ocean. Perhaps it is because of the shortness and insignificance of life that people always seek a kind of spiritual asylum. Looking at the men and women worshiping at the foot of the Buddha, I no longer feel confused. The rain is still pouring down, and thousands of lights are already under the mountain. The lights on the mountain are floating in the vast rain curtain. There are very few tourists. I followed the ethereal Sanskrit sounds to "Yongming Temple." The monks were chanting sutras in the main hall, and a few lay people were chatting in the guest room. They very friendly received me, a tourist who was taking shelter from the rain. Several elderly lay monks were illiterate, but they talked endlessly about Buddhist scriptures. Could it be that Buddha can really enlighten people? I can't help but be stunned! After a short rest, I hurriedly went down the mountain under the vast night, following the leisurely rhythm of Zen.

Visiting Daxiang Mountain, wandering around in the world of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, I forget both things and myself. Here, the soul can always be purified and soothed; it can always ask questions; the heart becomes relieved, all favors and disgrace are forgotten, and all the fame is gone.