告别南普陀寺古筝曲在南普陀寺一座友人的禅房铺展开来,犹如谁的低语。此时红尘寂静,唯有心声在将要画上句号的行程里,流荡。时间前转,记忆推后,我终将在最后一声佛音里与你迈步红尘,在巍巍青山之间,像一粒尘埃俯身大地。亭台依旧坐拥平湖,行舟仍将触摸激浪,作别大海,回返故土,圆满一段特别的旅程。那一袭洁净的蓝色,在苍白的履历里晕染梦的颜色,渲染宽广深邃。可我不得不 Farewell to the South Putuo Temple Guzheng song in Nanputuo Temple, a friend’s Zen shop spread out, like who’s whisper. Red silence at this time, only the voice of the journey will be drawn on the full stop. Time forward, memory push, I will eventually walk in the last sound of Buddha with you, in the towering mountains, like a dust leaped over the earth. Pavilions still sit Pinghu, the boat will still touch waves, do not say the sea, return to their homeland, the successful conclusion of a special trip. That dressed in a clean blue, in the pale history dizzy dream color, render broad and profound. But I have to