A row of temples fly out of the sky on the yellow gray mountain rocks, which are exquisite and gorgeous. The winding corridor spreads in the air, and I wish I could walk on it like a fairy through the clouds to come to this peaceful world. It's not suitable to travel in the middle of winter Shanxi Especially in northern Shanxi da tong 。 However, the original site of Sanjin attracted me more than the bitter cold. I set out from Taiyuan in the middle of the night, rubbing my cracked legs, and the train carried us through the snow and wind. The pungent smell of coal burning diffused in the air, which made me want to sneeze. After the last sneeze, the train stopped with a clang, saying that I had arrived in Datong. I scrambled out of the bed. It was still dark, only 5:00 in the morning. The railway station became noisy because of our arrival. Ding and I were stopped at the door by a driver, who negotiated the price and went straight to Hengshan. Hengshan Mountain, the northern mountain, is more than 60 kilometers away from Datong. The Shenlong Fukang has driven on the mountain road with full power. According to the driver, when Emperor Shun went on a tour, he saw Hengshan Mountain is majestic and straight, so he named it 'Northern Mountain'. The Hanging Temple is located between Hunyuan County and it. The light fog in the morning was broken by the sunlight, the purple light fascinated our eyes, and the mountain road was winding and stretching, with the momentum of "Mount Hengshan like walking". The withered grass on the roadside is gilded with golden outline against the sun. I am tired, the driver said, it is almost here.
After walking down a slope, the car stopped on a flat ground. It was early. The people stationed at the foot of the mountain had just grabbed the quilt and brushed their teeth in the corner. We saw that we said vaguely that the guide had not come yet, and we would call to notify them. I looked out and saw a row of buildings hanging on the yellow rock in the distance, and the houses were supported obliquely by red wooden columns below. The details of the bucket arch are clear and discernible, but the timbers used as support are thin and messy, as if they can't bear the burden, which makes me worried about it. The driver was obviously familiar with all this, and he put up his coat collar and began to doze. I tried to get out of the door, and the biting cold wind immediately gave me a dismount. The driver muttered, "You'd better stay in the car, wait a moment, and walk down the mountain." After waiting for a long time, a girl in thin clothes came up with a bag on her back, saying that it was the guide, "Let's go down!" She pointed to a concrete path down the mountain, leading to the mountain wall.
The cold wind in the morning was like a blade of a knife, hurting people invisibly. I felt many cuts on my legs, the down jacket was as thin as a cicada's wings, and the scalp was covered with goose bumps. I quickly walked a few steps, said cold, the guide said it would be better. I looked at her with suspicious sunshine, but she ignored me. Let's stop and watch a stone tablet ten meters away, with two big characters written in red paint - spectacular. The guide asked us to take a closer look. It was said that Li Bai or some literary giant was more spectacular. After coming to the Xuankong Temple, we felt that the word "spectacular" could not express our shock, so we added a little more. The ancients were brave and sincere. I could not withstand the cold wind and came to the mountain gate in three steps and two steps at a time. The mountain gate is piled high by a large stone block, which is a bit like the Manidui of Tibetans. The mountain gate is very small. Only a small tablet in front of the gate indicates the Hanging Temple. The whole Hanging Temple is in the west and east, like a delicate and unique jade sculpture hanging in the middle of a huge screen. When you enter the mountain gate, the wind stops and the clouds open, and the whole person warms up. The guide told me that it took a lot of trouble to build the Xuankong Temple in order to select the site, and then found this concave mountain wall. I smiled and said that it was just the bottom of a pot? Ding agreed with a smile that the Xuankong Temple in the mountain col was protected by the natural environment, and after 1400 years, it still remained standing.
Walking up the stairs with a narrow wooden ladder, the temple built against the mountain is three stories high. The route is smooth, and there is no need to turn back and collide. In such a limited space, the structure and layout highlight the mind. From the south to the north, the dangerous building rises and stands facing each other, from low to high, three layers stacked. The six pavilions intersect each other and fly up the plank road to connect. The height is staggered, uneven, and the height is staggered. Another feature of the Xuankong Temple is that the statues of Sakyamuni, Laozi and Confucius live in the same room in the top three religious halls, which is thought-provoking. The ancestors of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism live in the same room. In each hall, all the gods are lifelike. The black glazed eyes exude a faint look in the light, which makes people feel awed from nowhere. One of the statues of Buddha III is said to be made of silk and hemp, less than one meter high and weighing less than ten kilograms. In such a golden pavilion, the light and dignified Buddha's clothes have clear and vivid texture, which makes people hold their breath and stop.
The mountain rocks in Beiyue are loose, and the exposed rocks are severely weathered. After thousand years of erosion, the mountain walls have shown a little ferocious appearance. According to the geological characteristics of the mountain rocks, the craftsmen raised the fire in the middle of the mountain, baked soft rock and soil, and then rammed the wood into the mountain. Such elegant and dangerous buildings were built on the wooden side, creating a wonderland for the emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty to be near immortals, and also leaving wonders for future generations. Now the wood supporting the lower part of the back pavilion is just the decoration for future generations to strengthen. The wood that really supports the whole temple is embedded in the rocks, and has been integrated with the mountains.
After turning down the mountain, tourists began to arrive in succession. I was satisfied and went away with the dream of Lin Xian. Whisper softly:
The stone screen stands high and the ancient temple hangs in the air.
The pure land is a place of absolute dust, and the cen tower is a place of distant sky.
The moon is beside a bay of rock, and Zen is depicted on the half wall.
Looking down at the small pedestrians, I feel like an immortal.
The gods returning from the clouds should be so happy!
