Zhizhian Temple | A must-visit plum blossom viewing spot in Wuyishan every year

Zhizhian Temple | A must-visit plum blossom viewing spot in Wuyishan every year🌸 When the wind knocks on the mountain gate, the copper bell on the eaves shakes off a few snowflakes, revealing the plum branches slanting out of the red wall. Those petals are faded scriptures, embroidering the morning bell and evening drum into a faint fragrance in the shadow of the glazed tiles. The plum blossoms in the ancient temple are always thinner than those in other places, with the fragrance of incense embedded in the cracked bark, and when the moonlight spreads over the bluestone steps, half of the Hanshan poems flow out. The flowers bloom quietly, and even the sound of dew falling is clear, making the sound of Buddhist chanting seem even more distant. The old plum tree behind the meditation room understands reincarnation best. Before the arrival of spring, it measures the depth of snow with its branches, and when the first wisp of cypress smoke wafts from the incense kitchen, it quietly disassembles the ice gauze and folds the petals into plain paper - half a flower of the Diamond Sutra floats into the tea cup, and two unfinished Zen phrases fall on the meditation mat. The monks sweep the plum blossoms but not the fragrance, letting the clear air seep into the moss. The shadow of the plum blossoms is a verse under the ancient Buddha's green lamp, an epiphany between the morning bell and evening drum. One night, a mountain wind suddenly rises, blowing away the full tree of plum blossoms, and the abbot says that this is the plum blossom speaking for the Bodhisattva: when it blooms, it is not attached to form, and when it withers, it is not stained by dust.