A 600-word essay on Putuo Mountain travel notes

I have always believed that everything has a spirit and everything has a cause and effect. Sometimes I think about whether I will start to believe this after this age, or maybe this is just a sustenance in my heart, but no matter what it is, it can't stop me from going to Mount Putuo.

On March 26 last year, I went to Putuo Mountain because of its fame and started a journey of pilgrimage and discovery.

So today, a year later, on April 22, we meet again. There are more dramatic scenes in life, and it also adds some reflections on current life amidst the daily necessities of the year.

I got up at about 2:30 in the morning and rushed to Kunshan Station. There was a chaos of war. Then I rode a Mobike in the inner ring of Shanghai. It was a quiet, bright and clear weekend morning before the sea of ??traffic and crowds started to get busy.

There was no plan at all, we just agreed on a certain date. After everyone looked at the time schedule, they set off. So when I got the ticket, I carefully looked at the slogan written on it, "Go to Putuo Mountain when you think of it" and smiled knowingly for a while.

Perhaps the connection with Buddhism comes naturally! This year is strange. I traveled a lot in two consecutive months. In previous years, I might have seen more than I did in a whole year.

I met Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou and Hanshan Temple in Suzhou, but I felt that I was not ready at the moment and did not make a wish. I just went in and took a look. It can be regarded as an encounter with Buddha. The moment I walked out of the temple, I felt a light feeling of letting go.

I did a lot of guides before going there for the first time, and in the end it was the tour guide who explained it all the way. Anyway, I am not a disciple of Buddhism, but I just want peace of mind. Maybe he wasn't sincere enough, and he always had to think in which direction a series of good or bad things happened later.

This year I made a complete decision. I ate vegetarian food for a whole week, and my eyes were almost green by the end. After worshiping the Buddha last night, they ordered a whole hairtail fish and two bottles of "Putuoshan" brand beer to tempt me there. Resisting the temptation, I just picked up the rice and a little bit of vegetarian food in the bowl.

I was so greedy that I wanted to drink wine and eat meat, but the eight days of restraint can be considered sincerity! However, when the tour guide said that smoking is also a dirty thing, I felt a little sense of honor in my heart. Falling apart.

You must know that when you feel out of breath, cigarette smoke will fill the whole room one after another at midnight, and then you can open the curtains and let yourself breathe fresh air. I know there are many things that are not good to do this or that, but I can't control my emotions when they come. Sorry for being a very moody person. It may be said that a common person sees mountains as mountains and seas as seas. I don’t know how many times I have seen the sea, but I have never encountered such a beautiful scene as in the movie. Maybe the inland seas are all the same! Simple, plain, and lifeless.

After dinner last night, I ran to the nearest beach. Unfortunately, there were no street lights nearby, so I could only hear the sound of waves crashing on the beach. Very authentic. Using the weak light of the mobile phone flashlight, I took off my shoes and socks, ran barefoot on the beach, wrote a few words with my fingers, rolled up my trouser legs halfway to the knees, and waited for the waves to hit the coastline. Shout louder and do whatever you want.

The moment when I returned to the hotel and collapsed on the bed. I'm thinking about this whole day's itinerary. The people you meet, the scenery you see, the Bodhisattva you worship, and your feelings in the current environment. I felt destined for a moment.

The hotel we stayed in was the same one we stayed in last year, and even the rooms were the same as last year. You must know that the probability of being assigned to each house is 1/50 for people No. 50 and 60, but I met them again, so this is one of the things that makes me feel incredible.

Recently, I pay special attention to every story I read about what it was like when they first met. Some people became the right person after confirming their eyes, and some people fell in love with each other but forgot about each other in the world.

The train ticket picked up on the train became the ticket for their love and death in the next ten years. A wrongly sent book opened the door to their short and long love affair in the following decades. The text exchanges that transcended friendship were enough to make him dizzy for a lifetime as he came and went quietly during that long summer.

It is always beautiful to meet each other. If the kindness and kindness in life are destined in advance, then the laughter and curses we show in response to various fateful arrangements will make our days more vivid. .

I also wanted to give up the entire universe for one person, but gradually that part of my heart no longer hurts, and I just sighed when I thought about it. Let’s borrow the song “Still Be Happy” to give blessings!

I don’t know if this life is short or long, but I always want to say to that person, “The rest of my life is short/long, please give me your advice.”

Today I collected another little monk’s handicraft at the exit. Last year I bought the “Little Monk Don’t Look” by mistake. This time it’s the “Little Monk Don’t Talk”. There is only one "Don't Listen" and "Don't Want" left. I hope we can come together next time and buy the remaining two home together.