中印古刹,隐于深山,难得一个深字。在青石小路上走过,两旁是婷婷秀竹,竹叶刚刚被水洗过,像一只只被擦亮的眼睛。林中鹅卵小径,溪流淙淙,青苔蔓延,被细雨润过,湿湿的。来到古刹门前,影壁墙是黄底的,印上黑字,再配上那翠绿的竹林,正是我想要的色彩,不浓不淡正好相宜。我远远地遥望那古寺的飞檐,隐在山林之中,孤悬在雨雾中,正与我的心境相合。与距它不远的灵隐寺、法喜寺、天竺三寺相比,中印寺没那 Ancient temples in China and India, hidden in the mountains, a rare word. Walking in the bluestone path, Tingting Xiuzhu on both sides, bamboo has just been washed, like a polished only eye. Forest goose trails, streams 淙 淙, moss spread, was drizzle wet, wet. Came to the front of the temple, the shadow wall is yellow, printed on black, and then with the green bamboo, it is the color I want, not dark is not cheap just affordable. I looked far into the cornices of that ancient temple, hidden in the woods, lonely in the rain and fog, is in harmony with my mood. And it is not far from the Lingyin Temple, France hi Temple, Tianzhu three temples compared to the Indian Temple did not