"Tour of Yungang

-Ruofu Hayashi in front of the Hall of Zen Master Daoji at Lingyin Temple.

"Tour of Yungang

Seven Rhymes: From Taiyuan to Datong via Yanmen Pass at Spring Dawn of the Imjin Year

The mountains and gullies are in my eyes, and the morning breeze is blowing on my face.

The cold clouds and the moon shine when it is clear, and the drums and horns and the thorny paths are open to the world in all its splendor.

The wild mountain shepherd boy sings far away, the beacon wall potential from the hero.

The world is strong here at Guanhe, and the geese pass by in a hurry.

Seven Rhymes "Passing through Shuozhou on the Way to Yungang

The statues of the Northern Dynasties counted the streams of victory, and ten thousand miles of spring cold passed through Shuozhou.

The wind and sand were once green, and the fleet-footed traveler's thoughts are thick.

Drive the avenue through Sanjin, raise the eyes of the majestic pass town around.

All the wars of the past generations have been over, and the remnants of weeds seem to be in the late fall.

Seven Rhymes "Yungang Huaigu

Yungang wild paths gas Xiaosen, grottoes and secluded rocks from the search.

The pine waves on the mountain are like kabuki music, and the holy oracles in front of the monks are the sound of Buddha.

The rise and fall of the empire is discussed in the three worlds, but the indestructible true destiny is tied to the one heart.

Tanya's achievements will last forever in spring, and I will visit the smoky waters of a hundred cities.

The Yungang Grottoes

A high platform is carved out of the walled mountain, and a wise eye opens under the statue in front of the niche.

The European style and Asian rhythm is a great collection, and the Hanky-panky dress is a wonderful cut.

The ultimate vacuum is convenience, so why is the Holy Spirit not as good as he is?

A thousand bodies and ten thousand forms remain unharmed, and the wonders of the Buddha's country are extremely magnificent.

Yungang Rangsheng

After the rain, Yungang rises above the dust, looking across the world has been a thousand spring.

Looking back to the Northern Wei Dynasty like the dew, but rely on the fine carving forever.

Lin Rolfe (1802-1928), journalist and novelist

March 2012