Right behind our campus is the Small Wild Goose Pagoda. It was built in 707 A.D. in the Tang Dynasty. There is a Big Wild Goose Pagoda, so the “small” is only relative. It’s still pretty big—142 feet (43.38 meters) tall, in fact. That’s 13 stories of sequentially smaller levels, to make it looked curved, kind of like an upside down beehive. Supposedly, an earthquake split the pagoda in two. Fortunately it was built in some special way (something about a semi-circle under the ground) and it didn’t collapse, just cracked. Then, another earthquake magically brought the two sides back together again…so the story goes.
We found a secret garden filled with Buddhist statues and beautiful roses.
A probably ancient table where Rock, Paper, Scissors was definitely invented.
Gotta have a jumping picture…
We rang a giant iron bell that weighs 10 tons. Supposedly, the sound is supposed to travel to your distant loved ones and let them know you are thinking of them. Did you hear it, Mom?
And, we rode a horse. I’ve never ridden a horse, which according to many, is a great travesty. So if a stone horse counts…check that off the list!
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