This is a special day. I paid a visit to Sakyamuni's bones at Famen Monastery in Fufeng, attended the ceremony of Sakyamuni's descent to the underground palace, and prayed for the safety and health of friends who had the chance to see this comment. Famen Temple was built in the Eastern Han Dynasty and flourished in the Sui and Tang Dynasties. It was a royal monastery in the Tang and Song Dynasties. It now has the only Sakyamuni finger bone relic in the world. Only 10 to 16 o'clock on the 1st, 15th and holidays of the first day of the month will be on display, so the probability that random visitors will witness Shelly is less than that of standing in the base camp to see Everest. With the sound of Buddhist sutras chanted by monks and people, the Shrita descended to the underground palace at a speed of 5 centimeters per second, and I felt in a trance that I was saying goodbye to a relative and friend. In the journey of life, accompany or long or short, inevitably leave, can meet again is fate, even if farewell is normal. With the Shrita completely submerged in the underground palace, my relationship with Buddha came to an abrupt end. All the followers worshiped three long heads with dignified expression, as if they were really saying goodbye to Buddha. It reminds me that every time I see a beautiful sunset, I can't help deceiving myself - "I'll be here next time. " When is the next time? Maybe not. Cherish this time.