Asakusa Notes

I've always liked places with spirituality.

I have been deeply involved in Buddhism since I was a child. Although I don't believe in Buddhism, I always like to listen to Buddhist scriptures and meditate. It is precisely because of this constitution that I like to run to spiritual places whenever I have leisure. If you are like me, then you must have this feeling-where spirituality is high, even breathing is cool. It's a sense of calm with all the pores stretched out, as if you can get away from the noise of the world and return to the truth.

Looking through thousands of photos in my hand, I recall the shrines and temples I walked through, which were as luxurious as Mirian and as solemn as Yi Shi. It seems that every place has its own interpretation of religion and belief-not too exaggerated and not the same. So is Asakusa. No matter how thick the incense is and how many people there are, it can't really disturb the oldest and most dignified temples in Tokyo. On the contrary, there is a kind of demeanor hidden deep in the city. Zhu Ge is full of incense, and even people who don't believe in ghosts and gods are not easily infected by the atmosphere. Throw a bell wrapped in colored silk for five yuan and ten yuan to pray for peace.

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/kloc-April of 0/6 was my first visit to Beijing.

After a year and a half, I can still clearly recall the first time I saw Tokyo. After three hours' running, the Shinkansen, which trudged all the way between Shan Ye, finally entered the dream metropolis. And I, like a teenager, opened my eyes and looked out through the glass of the train with excitement and timidity that I couldn't calm down: on the one hand, winding overpass bridges were interspersed among rows of skyscrapers, and on the other hand, countless torii covered with red silk were quietly located at the end of the street full of the sense of the times. Western bars and kabukicho are miniature lanterns, and eel rice can be served with red wine or miso juice.

This is a deformed distortion of time and space, as if all the cultural elements in the world were broken and reorganized in Tokyo, but Tokyo tells you that it should be like this. People come and go in a hurry, so crowded that as soon as you stop moving, you will be hit by people from all directions. In an instant, the whole person was dragged into the tense and extremely fast-paced urban atmosphere. For example, grandma Liu was amazed at everything when she first saw it, and then she took pictures with her camera.

That spring was also the first time I saw Sensoji Temple.

After all, I have lived next to Mirian for almost a year, and my first impression of Asakusa is not amazing: similar to Mirian's red wall and golden tile, similar to Mirian's outstanding spirit, similar to Mirian's surging crowd-no matter how beautiful the place is, more people will always lose some charm, and Asakusa has not escaped this robbery.

At that time, it was April when the willows stood upright and the cherry blossoms did not fall. Although the attic of the temple could not be photographed as expected in this crowd, occasionally a few kimono girls who entered the country added a little elegance.

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Since that parting, when I saw Asakusa again, it was already February of 17.

Just finished the entrance examination for monks, I came to Sensoji Temple with my luggage, folded my hands, made a wish and drew a sign.

The forty-fifth auspicious symbol reads: "Show your enthusiasm if you are interested, and you will lead your future." When you meet an arrow in the cloud, Lan Zhi is full of life. "

I have kept this sign in my account book. A month later, as expected, I left Kyoto and moved to Tokyo, which I had dreamed of for a long time. Since then, my life has completely turned to another direction and moved on.

It's okay, it's okay. It is a great honor to be a man in this life.

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The shallow grass in the cherry blossom season has many beautiful flowers.

Just then, Angie flew from Sapporo to Tokyo to watch a concert, and they went to Asakusa to enjoy cherry blossoms together. It's a pity that the weather is not beautiful. It's cloudy all day with a little rain in the middle. It's difficult to take my favorite photos in poor light, so I didn't stay here long, took a few photos and went home.

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18, 1, 3 1, 152 that night, the first "super blue moon with blood moon" swept the circle of friends. How can a person who likes to join in the fun like me miss this astronomical vision? So I cheerfully shouldered my tripod and got into bed with Dani, ready to set up a telephoto lens in Sensoji Temple to see the elegant demeanour of the blood moon.

Asakusa is more beautiful at night than during the day. Leimen Kannonji is full of colors under the night light, and the cornices are like gold; In addition, the blood moon is in the sky, the stars are bright, and the inky night hangs over the golden tile of Zhuge, with enchanting dignity and indescribable beauty in words.

If Asakusa is a woman who has fallen into the world, it will be that beautiful and inviolable existence. Lying in the incense, expecting the light to penetrate people's hearts. Not many people see through the world of mortals, but how many people see through the world of mortals? Those who enter the world of mortals, those women who seek their own politics in hiding in the ruling and opposition parties, may never have existed since ancient times. But Asakusa gave me this feeling, and it was wonderful to be integrated with the strange girl I imagined.

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