Zheng Da fengshui treasure house

I don't know. People say I am very old, and I am really decadent and broken. I heard that there is a mosque in the Tang Dynasty where I stand every day. Tang He, a general in the Song, Yuan and Ming Dynasties, once had sex, and Wu Shan, a female monk, once supported Manjusri Bodhisattva. In this way, the place where I live has a history of at least thousands of years. Was I born in the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty or in the Shunzhi period of the Qing Dynasty? This is not a problem that I can study, nor is it a problem that I care about. I just looked at it from a distance and waited silently. I remember clearly that during the period from 1993 to 1994, people remembered that my charm was still there, so they didn't have the heart to destroy me. I have been standing in the cold wind for more than ten years. I thought that in those days, I was romantic, human and beautiful; I miss you today, and the fragrance has faded and turned into disappointment. Look around the world and look down at my feet. I'm looking for when I can meet you in the crowd. Can you go ashore with me? Why on earth did I come to this world? How long can I last in this world? I still don't know. I came to this world for the first time, perhaps to protect people from wind and ghosts. People in China pay great attention to geomantic omen, and geomantic omen pays attention to guiding qi, which can neither make qi rush headlong into action, but also let qi flow freely, so I was given a role beyond my own function; People also hope that I can stop the little devils from visiting, so I learn from General Peng's horizontal knife and block the little devils' way. People also want to decorate the facade with me to show wealth, so I wear exquisite clothes and makeup, waiting for the warmth of the sun during the day and bathing in the bright moon at night. How many people love my youthful face! However, youth is easy to get old, looks are easy to die, and romantic feelings are blown away by the wind and rain. For so many years, every strong wind can blow away my body, and every rainstorm may make me suddenly crawl. I'm old, I'm exhausted, and I don't know how much longer I can support this world. I want to learn from those talented poets to express my feelings: I long for a pair of broad shoulders to lean on my tired head; I long for a pair of warm hands to take care of my temple troubles ... I'm already scarred. From the heart to the outside. I can know this clearly. My inner sadness is only known to me. I threw the sadness I encountered into the inner well. Fortunately, there were no waves in the well, so that no one would sigh like Liu Yuxi that "it is better to hate people than water and make waves casually." In fact, I feel sad every day. I walked through the crowds in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Lonely souls can't find their way home. The person who took me to the world of mortals is already in heaven. They must be as sad as I am when they see my scar. I have nowhere to hide from my trauma. I don't even remember when these scars appeared. Time is really like a sharp knife, peeling off my flesh and blood; I have no choice but to endure. Every day, I meet those eyes that are far away and near, full of pity and regret. They want to take me away and let me have a good rest? I also want to go with them without saying anything. At least I can repair my damaged body and never look back. However, I only belong to this magical land, where I can only consume the last candle of my life and let my body fall off. However, more people pass by me every day, busy with three meals a day, trapped by their children's affection, and have no time to stop and listen to my sigh and look at my wound. I have only one life, and I am not renewable. I am dying slowly, bit by bit. If you haven't planned to visit me, I'm afraid I'll never see you again in my life! I, alone in the brick wall in front of the gate of manjusri temple Street Mosque, have experienced more than 300 years of ups and downs. Now, in my heart, I deeply and deeply call: sigh this life, who will give up and who will collect it? Photo 1: exquisite brick carving background poem in the upper right corner: in the east wind, the owner should be merciful. -Jia Baoyu's "Hongyi Kuaiqing" Figure 2: The brick carving in the upper left corner lacks a background poem: the clouds and rain have dispersed, and the fairy family has no way. But chasing the world with dreams. -Zhang Mi's "Huanxisha" Figure 3: Some brick carvings at the southern end of the poem: Who complains when you wake up, the grass is cool and the smoke is infinite. -Lin Daiyu's "Chrysanthemum Dream" Figure 4: Brick carved peony background poem: Red peony in front of the melancholy stage, leaving only two branches late. -Bai Juyi's "Precious Peony Flowers" Figure 5: Brick-carved pomegranate background poem: pomegranate in the mountain is ripe, smiling at the sun. There are few people in the deep mountains, and pearls go. -Xu Wei's "Pomegranate" Figure 6: Rolling the world of mortals, leaving dreams behind. Background poem: Why don't you walk screaming? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life. -Background information of Su Shi's Eleven Poems by Ding Fengbo: In the 1990s, the Manjusri Hall rebuilt during the reign of Shunzhi in the Qing Dynasty was demolished and rebuilt with the help of the whole society. The only thing that hasn't been demolished in the original building is a brick carving shadow wall in front of the temple, which is a municipal cultural relic and a famous brick carving boutique in Kaifeng. Unfortunately, although it stands in its original place now, almost all the brick carvings on the front of the screen wall have fallen off, and the surrounding bricks have been severely weathered, leaving only the brick carvings on the top eaves and at both ends of the screen wall. Close to the east of the screen wall is a Muslim girls' school with Arab architectural style, and its address has been zoned into the boundary of Honghe Street.