The Nianduhu Temple is quite biased. The road passes through a large area of woods and grassland, and it is located under a hillside, but I didn't expect it to be quiet and comfortable. Because it is only a temple in Longwu Temple, the scale is not large. There are only two large halls and there are not many monk houses. When we arrived, the gate was closed, and there was no one else except an old woman who had turned to the temple. There was an empty meadow behind the temple, and several pear trees were full of white pear flowers, and the shadows of the pear trees were printed on the wall, as if the years had left mottled marks. These trees made me think of the campus many years ago, on the way to the study room, there are several magnolia trees, every time this season, the flowers bloom full of branches, will exude a faint fragrance, morning and evening passing by, the day of expectations and harvest will have the fragrance of flowers. Buddhist family pays attention to flowers, Zen has the origin of Buddha's flower smile, and daily under such a pear tree, in the flowers, the understanding of the universal truth in the Buddhist scriptures is not unbearable. Behind it is a centuries-old temple, the wall murals are vivid and strange, in front of the blue sky, pear trees and flowers are blooming behind a earth wall. You watch the sunset a little on the yellow wall, your heart sinks a little bit, it runs for a day, so by the breeze of the night wiped off the impetuous folds, leaving only those smooth and flat feelings in memory.