那是一个深秋的早晨,薄雾氤氲在初亮的天空。深深地吸一口气,一股莫名的寒意弥散开来,令我不禁打了个喷嚏。耸了耸肩,将领子拢了拢,带着满心的虔诚,我疾步向普贤寺走去。一番庄重而神秘的仪式后,便是香客们轮流敬香之时。待我烧完香出来,才注意到上次来时所见的一角破旧的台阶,如今已被一些橙色的碎砖大体填满。形态有些坑洼,色调有些不协,明显是个手艺粗糙或做事马虎的师傅留下的手笔,但佛门之地的毁弃之物得以修缮,多少算给这冰冷的台阶增了一份温暖。 It was a late autumn morning when the mist lingered in the bright sky. Taking a deep breath, an inexplicable chill spreads out and I can’t help but sneeze. Shrugging his shoulders and pulling the collar closer together, with a heart full of piety, I walked quickly toward the Temple of Samsara. After a solemn and mysterious ceremonial ceremony, the pilgrims took turns to honor each other. When I had burnt my incense, I noticed that the dilapidated steps that I saw when I last came and that I was now filled with some orange broken bricks. There are pits and pitfalls in the form. It is obviously a rough craft or a sloppy master who left behind. However, the destruction of Buddhism can be repaired. How much is a warmth for this icy step.