To capture this photo, I took a special trip to Handan

I love exploring grottoes, delving into the dark coolness of each cave, and then greeting the faint light that seeps through the crevices—understanding the gazes that traverse time and space. The Buddha heads that were stolen and then restored, the expressive brows and eyes along with the incomplete hands and feet, the traces carved by wind and sand, the holes damaged by vandals over the ages, and those tourists who climb and touch the relics indiscriminately after paying the admission fee... The Buddha said, every act of detachment is a form of practice. Practice itself is a form of endurance. We enter here as the most ordinary passersby in the light of a hundred generations, truly fortunate♥️