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REVIEW: still quiet, still quiet.May be hidden too deep, perhaps the world outside Tuochen, but not people how to worship the secular?Perhaps the rugged road, hot days may be dull, but not how pious pilgrims worship the mountain?Mountain breeze blowing, with a shade wind, clouds that sail to one, the valley between waves, a few flowers are a pair of laughing.  A moss covered path, stone paved, the spiral mountain journeyman.  Sen wood slowly, vegetation fragrance, looked thin strip of sky, trails shilly-up again after another up, it’s already clear end in the sky.  Quiet quiet.    Clear, hear the leaves rustling sound, quiet, hear the sound of his own breathing.Quiet, hear the spring gurgling stream, Mi, even hear the birds chirp-ming.Walk, Wan Lai silence, to scale, complex sounds of nature Ming.Trail extension in movement and stillness, the blue sky overhead suddenly more and more, more and more wide field of vision, among those trees swaying trance, when dressed in black tiles cornices time is now hidden, is really a good place to go.    Go near to, a Taoist temple flashed, small houses, Suthep Mountain and repair, Yu concept of small, neighborhood built gully.The sky clouds that sail, at the foot of the mist-shrouded, is really a fairy mansion, watching the surprise is not so much better to say a little surprise.    Or quiet, or quiet.May be hidden too deep, perhaps the world outside Tuochen, but not people how to worship the secular?Perhaps the rugged road, hot days may be dull, but not how pious pilgrims worship the mountain?Mountain breeze blowing, with a shade wind, clouds that sail to one, the valley between waves, a few flowers a pair of laughing, a few times indistinct lingering cicadas.What a paradise, a good place to behold, a few clusters Fengweizhu out the wall tie in the wall, toward newcomers Wind graceful.    Inter is the line, the Vatican wall music floated, then soft, then cotton, the kind of nothingness; Zhong Qing sonorous penetrate that far that quiet, kind of mood.Agencies get in the door, I find paying attention, brick paving, flower fragrance, tall bamboo green, dotted Yaran.An indescribable holiness a centripetal force wells.Clean, Fine curl, incense, solemn silence.Occasional master walking, walking light, carefully view, suddenly I discovered that a Temple hospital.    May be put recordings Fine living.Suddenly I heard the door squeak twist the sound and watch the delicate features of a figure who trained Yu Tsing Yi flashed a woman, but see too white, gestures Yayun very, closely followed within a master concept, known as.I saw that they floated into the room an elegant, Vipassana teacher carefully took out a long tips from the Court, removed from a yellowy pink of dongxiao.She looked cherish, stroking, then gently sitting on a bamboo stool.A minute later, length of the nozzle opening Xiao, Xiao end tap, the ethereal ear to the sound sections have.    I saw oozing between breathing rhythm, the whole orchid fingers dancing frustrated that the study on three specific rhythm, melody that Xiao Yin unique, quiet long that study on three of penetration that Xiao Yin, the mildly ileum, endured as v, lingering in the concept of space Yu hall.Breath blown, the master micro-lean, when blown lyric, master stood up, put in posture, breath luck.Concept Master’s face, flushing slightly, watching eye of the master, with a little crystal.Tsing Yi woman heard that static air your breath, mesmerized, she frowned micro exhibition, slowly stood up, humbly bent down, deep down toward the master worship.    Standing hall porch, quietly listening, study on three bath surround, the Pinza Fine vivid while also adding a confused mind.Xiao Yin stopped.Tsing Yi woman looking master, carefully took the long flute, flute swab pipe, flute ear swing, she Tingting standing, slowly playing together.Hear it, the same quiet long, with Resentment song, the same talk, accompanied by fragmented tune, I can see some frustration from some complained that the master’s eyes.    An end, lingering in our ears, this time they, their eyes began to gaze seems strange visitors.Visitors got the message that they avoid the eyes, blink of an eye looking at the courtyard of the towering cypresses and gently rising smoke that.    Xiao Sheng rang.Or that the Tsing Yi woman blowing, it seems that mountain gradually, it seems sunset, as if tucked water gurgling, but also like quiet depicting the concept of yu.But see the eyes of Communication Arts Master, Tsing Yi woman slowly sat down, inter luck breath, become more spiritual moment that the study on three.Hear the melody in like recollection of events, like the gentle rhythm between multiflora called to the mountains, but also like to take care of dressing in front of the stage.I do not know what happened inside view of buildings, I do not know why the exchange between vertical bamboo flute, and perhaps this is an eternal mystery.The imaginary speculation, which may be a pair of good sisters, it may be to explore non-material heritage heritage thing, may also be a concept of yu music exchange between the Vatican, perhaps, the Red secular outlook and Temple across so probably a fairy little bit of.    Gate outsiders, the study on three died down, the pilgrims slowly toward the house, approached the donation box.[Editor: Can children]