眼前的寿圣寺,较几年前更加破败,像一位风烛残年的老者,顶着满头的飘蓬衰草,在飒飒山风中瑟缩着、颤抖着。虽然,此时正值盛夏,大地依旧葱茏,树木依旧葳蕤。记得那是个暮春时节。因为按照“人间四月芳菲尽,山寺桃花始盛开”的道理,当时药岭寺的桃花开得正艳。那一抹一抹的霞,镶嵌在层层绿波中,不由让人心生出点点滴滴的关于粉红色的回忆。所 Shou Sheng Temple in front of a few years ago more dilapidated, like a flamboyant old man, covered with the monopoly of bad faith, whistling in the Sa Shan Shan, shivering. Although, this time comes midsummer, the earth is still verdant, trees still sluggish. I remember that is a late spring season. Because in accordance with the “world April Fang Fei make, Temple peach blossoms in full bloom,” the truth, when the Temple of Peach blossoming is Yan. That hint of Xia, inlaid in the layers of green waves, not let people give birth to bit by bit on the pink memories. The