Chapter 3 Two, fate together
Life in flowing water is fleeting. Every day we are busy like ants, overwhelmed by life, and have little time to inquire about the philosophy of life.When the dust settled, we found that Shaohua had bid farewell to us quietly, and the feeling of falling in love with each other no longer existed.No one is born willing to be a predator, who knows that those all-powerful figures often heal themselves with blood in the dusk of willow branches on the moon.
And I have always been a person with no big ambitions. I just want to live a leisurely life, cultivate some leisure, and write some leisure books.Even so, my heart will still be desolate. When I have nothing, I have to rely on the scenery of the four seasons, picking lotus in summer to enjoy the shade, and burning books in deep winter to keep warm.I thought that if I guarded a small landscape in the south of the Yangtze River for this life, built a small courtyard with a fence, planted some flowers and plants, kept a simple window sill, and dried a few small calico clothes, I would be grateful for this peaceful and good life.Little did he know, there was an uncontrollable longing in his heart.When you are quiet, you will be moved by an ancient song, lost your soul by an old photo, and taken to the end of the world by an affectionate poem.
How many frontiers have become the past, but what can't be grasped is the gurgling time.For thousands of years, the world has been wasted, and the years have changed, and there are not many people to remember.No matter how vast a person's heart is, how many stories he can hold, it must be returned to the years in the end.Some people say that you have to experience the scenery in this world to have a deep feeling.But I thought that the place I arrived in my dream could also be real.
I am also full of curiosity and longing for Tibet.All I know is that all the scenery of this land is like a scripture that is difficult to decipher.The scriptures are sacred and thought-provoking, with profound content and contain indescribable Zen meaning.I often go to the temple and get back a few scriptures. I don’t read them, but just put them quietly in a corner, and share a bodhi time with me.I know that the scriptures are the insights from the soul of many eminent monks who have attained the Tao, the spirit of all things in nature, and the heart of the vicissitudes of life.Everyone has a scripture in their hearts, but different life courses will have different interpretations.
Recalling an article "Going to Lhasa by Train", a woman couldn't help the call of the fluttering prayer flags and embarked on a journey to Tibet.Lhasa is a city full of magic and variables. Once upon a time, this cold and desolate city became a place that the world lingers on.This city, with endless emptiness and fantasy, so many seductive lines of poetry, let us sink.
And I, too, was forced to be its believer, crawling on that magical road to heaven, writing heart-pounding poems.That is "The Blue of Qinghai-Tibet", a clean blue, noble blue, melancholy blue, and ancient blue.I was afraid that my unintentional intrusion would disturb the dream of the sacred land, but I didn't know that the most simple fireworks in the world were floating on this sacred land.The Tibetans here are born for fate, and they believe in karma and reincarnation.Therefore, in their eyes, every plant, every stone, even a grain of dust has a deep meaning.Therefore, there are legends and touches that can be picked up everywhere.
This land that grows cattle and sheep, stores snow, and grows scriptures is also planted with emotion.When I read for the first time "The Dharma of Peace in the World, No Shame to the Tathagata, No Shame to the King", I decided to write a passion for the loving monk named Tsangyang Gyatso.However, there are too many people who are deeply in love. I am just a grain of sand under the waves, and the blessings I can give him are too insignificant.If there really is a soul after death, after so many years, is Tsangyang Gyatso still wandering in this land?
Tsangyang Gyatso, a name well known to many three-year-old children in Tibet, was once a living Buddha and received worship from all people under the blue sky.But people prefer him to be a love monk, writing poems that move heaven and earth on the edge of Buddha and love.The love poems he left in the world are like witchcraft, bewitching thousands of people.As soon as you close your eyes, you can see a handsome young man in a red monk robe, looking at all living beings with melancholy and compassionate eyes.He is the reincarnation of a soul boy, and he came to the world only to save others, his personal love is destined to be just a cloud, no matter how deep his love is, life can only be a dream.
Everything in the world has an antecedent cause. The safflower came to the world for the green leaves, the spring is beautiful because of the white snow, and the sea changes because of the mulberry field.The Potala Palace, which stands on the Red Mountain in the northwest of Lhasa, was completed to welcome the princess of the Tang Dynasty.According to legend, 1300 years ago, at the beginning of the 7th century AD, after the Tibetan King Songtsan Gampo moved his capital to Lhasa, in order to marry Princess Wencheng of the Tang Dynasty, he specially built three nine-story buildings with a total of 1,000 palaces on the Red Mountain, named Potala. palace.A beautiful palace, magnificent and gorgeous, exquisite and elegant.In order to comfort Princess Wencheng's homesickness, Songtsan Gampo built ponds and pavilions in the palace, planted beautiful flowers and trees, imitating the layout of the Tang Palace, and sowed the seeds of civilization in this desolate ancient city.
History will not leave her name, and on the land of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, there will be no temple for Princess Wencheng.
After being rebuilt in the 7th century, the Potala Palace has become the winter residence of the Dalai Lamas and the ruling center of Tibet's theocracy.The whole palace gathers the Tibetan style, built on the mountain, and its majestic momentum shocks the soul.The Potala Palace in the twilight is indifferent and solemn, perhaps because it has been away from disturbance for too long, but at this time it is so quiet, so calm, and so innocent.This is a palace endowed with legend and spirituality, and there are too many lonely undead sealed inside.Here is the residence of the Sixth Dalai Lama - Dedanji Palace. If his soul is not dead, can it leave a faint trace for those who came to look for him?
Those old Dolmas holding prayer wheels recite scriptures that we don't understand, but we understand that they are so devout to pray for blessings, accumulate merit, and escape the suffering of samsara.The wind and sand on this land engraved the unique vicissitudes of Tibetans on their faces, which is the gift of the years and the imprint of the annual rings.I know that the south of the Yangtze River with small bridges and flowing water is really far away, and I am so close to this Gobi wasteland that I have skin-to-skin contact, so close that I can breathe and smell each other.