佛铃声声佛铃,一直在九龙河畔摇响;梵乐,演奏着长庆四年的一段故事。站在331省道的路肩上,春风起处还略有寒意,杨柳吐蕊,却暖风不生。路上的行人逐渐稀少,从小径深处而来的信众个个人步履蹒跚,似乎虔诚的朝拜并没有卸下沉重的包袱,一路香火并没有解脱今生的烦恼。我们走过的,不过是一条前人走过的路而已,在这条路上,不仅走过了长庆四年丹霞天然禅师坚定的脚步,也同样走过了唐王朝皇权更迭带来的金戈铁马,当然,还 The FoFing sounding bells, has been ringing in the Kowloon River; Vatican, Changqing play four years of a story. Standing on the shoulders of Highway 331, the spring breeze still has a slight chill at the beginning, and willow spit Rui, but the warm air is not born. The pedestrians on the road are gradually scarce, and the believers from the footpath faltered on their own. It seems that the pious pilgrimage did not relieve the heavy burden and the incense did not relieve the troubles of life. What we have walked through is only a road traveled by our predecessors. On this road, we not only walked through the steadfast pace of the natural Zen Master in Danxia in the four years of Changqing, but also passed the gold brought by the change of imperial power in the Tang Dynasty Ge Tiema, of course, also