大雄宝殿的门外,树老了,叶子黄了,贴地的蔓草疯长,几只麻雀在廊檐下像吸引我童年的玩具,醉人的安静弥漫进骨缝里。一缕阳光的贴近,让我感受到了温软、易逝、短暂。寺庙唤醒了身体里的安睡,因为,寺庙里藏匿着时节带给我梦呓的欢愉。我回到自己的内心,安静地享受殿堂里绝好的壁画手艺。是的,一个人唯一可以对付时间的工具,是手艺。一直喜欢寺庙里的壁画,喜欢那份安静。佛的脸上照着黄昏的夕阳,被咄咄逼人的神秘包围着,在那样的 Outside the main hall of the main hall, the trees are old, the leaves are yellow, and the insides of the creepers grow so madly that a few sparrows attract the toys of my childhood under the veranda. Close to a ray of sunshine, I feel the soft, perishable, short-lived. Temple awakened the body's sleep, because the temple hiding the joy of the season brought me dreams. I returned to my heart and quietly enjoyed the wonderful mural art in the temple. Yes, the only thing a person can do to deal with time is craft. Has always loved murals in the temple, like the share of quiet. The sunset on the face of the Buddha is surrounded by a mysterious, overbearing mystery