The Buddhist Kingdom in the Sky, Seda on Earth

This is a beautiful adventure, like a dream. During the day, the red houses in the valley shine like stars, with light waves flashing between them. In the drizzle, the red houses seem to be shrouded in a veil, looming like a fairyland. At night, the Buddhist Academy is like a huge painting slowly unfolding. The devout practitioners leave a deep impression on the world with their shallow footprints. When I overlook the whole holy land, I feel like a small moth lost in the light and shadow, shocked by the grand scene. But in the silent night, the noise is particularly harsh. The laughter and noisy conversation of tourists seem to be notes from another world, out of place with this quiet night. I seem to feel the eyes of those practitioners, who seem to be silently saying: this is their world, their place of practice. I know that I am just a passer-by and cannot really integrate into this pure land. But I am willing to return to my world with this touch and shock. I know that I will take this experience and story to create more wonderful stories. Because in this magical journey, I have found my direction and strength. Now, whenever I think of this experience, I am still excited. Because I believe that this is a sacred place and an unforgettable place. Whenever I leave my footprints here and let my heart fly under the night sky, I seem to return to the red houses all over the mountains. That is the place of my memory and the home of my soul.