This is the Shisi Temple, an ancient temple located in the Yunzhong Daji River Scenic Spot in Jingning She Autonomous County, Lishui City, Zhejiang Province, built in the 10th year of Shaoxing in the Song Dynasty, with a long history of simplicity and elegance. Although it is a temple, there are neither monks chanting sutras nor offering incense in the temple, and it is empty except for the building attic.
The existing temple covers an area of one thousand one hundred and ninety-three square meters and consists of buildings such as the mountain gate, the Great Hall of Great Heroes, the Hall of the Three Pristine Ones, the Bell Tower of the Heart Sutra, the Palace of the Horse Immortals, and the Mei Clan Ancestral Hall. The existing hall was built in the Yuan Dynasty, and was rebuilt in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The heavy-eaved, hipped hall retains the appearance of the Yuan Dynasty reconstruction, and its style is inherited from the legacy of the Southern Song Dynasty's wooden architecture, which is praiseworthy for the aesthetics of the ancients.
Ancient thorn cypress across the narrow wooden door, lift your foot into, time seems to stand still at this moment, through a dirt wall stone road, moss in the courtyard, the ancient construction of the world, a profound and rustic atmosphere comes. “Moss traces on the steps green, grass color into the curtain green” mood is now on display in front of us.
Empty main hall without a niche in the Buddha, no bird's nest, no cobwebs, not to mention the dust, and even did not see a rivet and a nail, just every wood, are covered with the mottled scars of the years.
A foot into the hall, the surrounding air instantly condensed, serene, solemn, empty silence, clear lonesome, profound, ancient and simple ...... only to be in the presence of this feeling can be experienced.
A plant has been more than fifteen hundred years old huge incomparable willow tree, quietly guarding this empty silence of the ancient temple. Looking up at this ancient tree, a kind of inexplicable emotion welled up in my heart. It has witnessed too many changes, too many lives and deaths, too many sorrows and joys. And I, just a grain of sand in the river of time, small and short.