There is a mountain in Changshu called Yushan. There is a temple in Yushan called Guangfu Temple. Kofukuji is very old, about 1500 years old. There is a bamboo forest on the hillside in the temple. The bamboo forest is characterized by a winding path inside. The winding path is the characteristic of a Tang poem. Poetry is still very popular. I have heard parents teach their children to recite this Tang poem several times, once at McDonald's fast food restaurant. I still remember this poem often written by Tang people: "On a pure morning, near an ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops. A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers. Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. Everything is silent except the bell. " This word was written by Mi Fei, a poet in the Song Dynasty. A Hubei native, Mi Fei, is notoriously headstrong and crazy. Have neat habits and fancy clothes. Temperament permeates between the lines, weird, simple and honest, beautiful! One day in April this year, I lived in this beautiful poem. Get up in the morning, push open the door is the bamboo forest. Walk on the winding path of bamboo forest and comb your hair. Hair drifting away: Tang Dynasty and Song Dynasty. The beautiful thing is the cross section. Once beautiful, it will always be beautiful. Joy's tea is Joy's. The water for making tea is also the spring water from Kofukuji. The water cup is an ordinary cup.

Water bottles are also common water bottles with plastic shells. The numbers are written on the water bottle with paint. The paint is mottled and there are vicissitudes in the darkness. I don't know how many cups of tea I made! I don't drink tea, so I make an exception. Cup after cup. There is no other reason, just because of the fragrance of tea. There is no need for exquisite tea sets to set off and guide, which is clear and sweet. Sometimes in life, the content will be better if the deliberate form is removed. Listen to Master Huiyun in the evening. In the ancient temple, there was a young master. Master Hui Yun, who is in her twenties, has not completely lost the tiger spirit of a boy in appearance, but she is very sophisticated in speaking. Can easily lead us forward. Of course I want to make progress. I tried my best. But I don't know if there is any progress. This will take some time to prove. To be sure, it is better to make progress than not to make progress. It is better to work hard than not to work hard. At least hard work is a healthy gesture. It's late at night. Take a slow walk in the temple. Looking at those ancient trees whispering in the wind, watching the leaves slip from the pool. Look at the moss invading the stone steps. Look at the talking nest of night birds. Look at the cloister structure, all kinds of complicated three-dimensional patterns. Looking at the old cane chair, I wonder the loneliness at night. Look at the time and lose the ticking. The monks' sleep shows the unique silence of the temple.

Look at the fine hairs quietly growing on the skin, so the color has softened. Seeing the curve of the body winding towards the soul, the desire becomes clear. You have my eyes in your eyes. Your smile includes mine. Your mood can cover me. My friends and I have become very transparent and simple. All my teeth are polluted by smoke, and I can't remember when there was a glorious night. When you smile, there are flashes of light in the bay. This is Joy's moon! The moon in Xiaofu Temple is unique. Because it has all the humanistic environment provided by Joy. Kofukuji's courtyard wall is a guarantee for us to get a certain feeling. Joy's moon is not a simple moon. I don't need simple things more and more. I'm an adult. I have seen a big, round and clear moon in Xinjiang, but its background is desert. That kind of moon is suitable for lovelorn girls, poets, researchers and successful people who are deeply tired of fame and fortune. As for me, I still have to wait for opportunity and fate, and then go to Joy for a few days. In the evening, I come out to bask in the moon.