Chapter 4 Chapter 3 Unbalanced steelyard

The white clouds in the sky gather and disperse leisurely.The cattle and sheep on the ground graze leisurely.The time in this world seems to slow down, everything is so leisurely that there is no concept of time.Ngawang Gyatso loves this place very much. There are not only his beloved grandmother and father, but also his best partner, and there is unlimited freedom.This is his world to play with. Every child who had a happy childhood misses his childhood very much.No worries, no burdens, just the sky to play.Today's Children's Day, there is always a group of adults meeting to celebrate the festival.Doing hide-and-seek, touching fish and shrimp, throwing handkerchiefs, raising red flags... All the happiest things in childhood can be recollected at this time.

However, this is the romance that modern people have, and the laissez-faire that modern people may have.When Tsangyang Gyatso grew up, he did not have such laissez-faire power. He could only write a poem longing for his hometown: The grass dam on the mountain has turned yellow, The leaves are falling down the mountain. If the cuckoo is a swallow, How good it is to fly to the corner of the door! (Translated by Gao Ping) After leaving my hometown, time needs to be counted.Looking at the yellow leaves of the grass and leaves, it means that the grand event of the year has passed.Time always comes and goes in a hurry, leaving no time for people to breathe.So what if you have time?The loneliness far away from home, the loneliness far away from freedom, make time no longer leisurely, but suffering.

After growing up, Cangyang Gyatso spent many days suffering, watching the yellow grass and leaves fall many times.How many people can bear this situation where days feel like years?But how can we return to that day, how can we return to that freedom?Cangyang Gyatso didn't know anything, he just stretched his neck to look for the birds in the sky. What Cangyang Gyatso longs to fly back to is not only Menyu, but also his lost childhood.Everything he lost later, and everything he cherished, was in this happy and free time. At this time, Ngawang Gyatso was still surrounded by happiness.Different from other children here, although Ngawang Gyatso’s family is poor, his parents are quite educated.

Ngawang Gyatso's father had studied in a Tantric monastery and was a master of Tantric classics.Although he has not been ordained to become a monk, he has a lot of knowledge.He is also a master of singing and can sing many songs.His singing reverberates in the mountains and forests, tactfully expressing true feelings, and is the favorite of many people. In that era, apart from the arrangement of parents and elder sisters, love was born in love songs.Men of many ethnic groups are good at singing and dancing. They have a vast world, and they need to use loud singing voices to awaken the spring hearts of girls in the distance.The most beautiful thing is the annual song contest, where the hillside is full of well-dressed marriageable men and women.The girls pointed their ears and looked for love songs that touched them; the men raised their voices and sang happily.On the hillside, it seems that there are hundreds of birds singing and flowers competing for beauty, and the eyes are full of the most brilliant spring scenery.

This kind of romance reveals the original unrestrained spirit, the fragrance of soil and green grass, and the passion that bursts out from the blood of the heart. The affection, all in the harmony, grows stronger and stronger. Thinking of Ngawang Gyatso's mother, she was attracted in the same way.Otherwise, how can a lady from a rich family be willing to marry a poor boy?It was all because there was true affection in the singing, true temperament in the singing, and real learning in the singing, that woman would turn her head and take a look, and then there would be a subsequent harmony, a subsequent heart-to-heart friendship, and a Later, the husband and wife followed each other.

She could have married into a rich family, and her ten fingers would not touch the spring water.But the affection in that song made her willing to be his mother-in-law.She took care of the housework diligently and taught her son gently.Although life is poor, but there is his true feelings as comfort, what is there to ask for. Ngawang Gyatso, who was born in poverty, had a learned father who taught him poetry, and a gentle mother who nourished his emotions.Ngawang Gyatso's heart is not run wild, but romantic poetry full of emotion is always lingering in his heart. Different education, raising different children.The teaching of his parents made the little Ngawang Gyatso extremely intelligent.Not only could he memorize the songs he had heard, but he occasionally wrote a humorous poem or two of his own.His wisdom is widely spread in his hometown.

This is the source of the name of Tsangyang Gyatso's poem, and it is the shadow of his cherished childhood life.At this time, Ngawang Gyatso has not realized this, he just grows and sings wantonly, and he loves everything around him with a heart full of emotion. The spring breeze makes the mountains green, and the autumn wind blows the leaves.The years are changing, waiting for the change of the world.Ngawang Gyatso was still immersed in the melodious pastoral, and the mutation just happened. The first to fall was the father.Tired all his life, he finally fell on the hospital bed and never woke up again.His father was Ngawang Gyatso's most respected and beloved person in his life, and also his first teacher.But at this time, his father would no longer encourage him with a smile, or hug him and play in the field.Father let go of his hand and walked away from him, no longer responding to his questions.

Ngawang Gyatso and his mother wept bitterly over the corpse, and at the end, they hugged each other and gasped for breath.In the days to come, only the two of them will depend on each other. water?Ngawang Gyatso touched his face, he felt water dripping down.He looked up, and what he saw was his mother staring at his father's eyes.Red eyes, seeping blood and tears.From that gaze, he could read longing and loneliness, as if as long as he let go, his mother would leave him just like his father. No, he doesn't want to!He had already lost his beloved father, and could no longer lose his dear mother.His little heart began to grow and he knew that he had to grow up and he had to protect his mother like a man.

When the mother looked back at her son, she found a trace of determination on his small face.Half of her life has passed away, and the rest of her life will be lived for this growing man.She wiped her tears and hugged her son tighter. Every night since then, she will hold her son in her arms, sing her favorite songs, or tell him endless stories.She put all her remaining thoughts on her son.To be happy is to be happy for the son, and to be sad is to be sad for the son. In mutual concern, life continues even more poorly.Fortunately, with the help of the villagers, they survived.Ngawang Gyatso has no complaints in his heart. With his beloved mother by his side, life still has a beautiful side.He wants to make himself grow up so that he can become an umbrella to protect his mother.

Before Ngawang Gyatso really grew up, a painful choice was placed in front of him. One day, an old lama came to the village.Few people come here for many years, and once there are strangers, they can always attract the attention of the whole village.The curious Ngawang Gyatso went to see this foreign lama with his friends.Occasionally they saw the lama, but they found that this lama was different, he seemed more learned. The lama was talking to the elders, and he was very eloquent, and soon won the respect of the elders.Ngawang Gyatso heard the lama say: I follow the Buddha's will to recruit a group of children to study scriptures in the monastery.Ngawang Gyatso's heart moved. His father also went to a monastery to study scriptures. He heard from his father that knowledge is hidden in monasteries. If you want to become a knowledgeable person, you need to learn.

There were no schools in Tibet at that time, and monasteries undertook the education of the people.Tibetan life consists of two parts: survival and belief.Therefore, if there is one child in the family, usually he will inherit the father's business; but if there are two children, one of them will probably be sent to a monastery.Children sent to monasteries may not necessarily become lamas, but at least they will be knowledgeable.If you can become a lama, you can live comfortably and be respected by the world.In order to satisfy the people's beliefs, monasteries sometimes collect children and let them study together to ensure the inheritance of knowledge. As a result, the old lama's suggestion was very popular, and the elders nodded while listening.At this time, Ngawang Gyatso heard about Basang Monastery, which is the place where children who study scriptures go.Basang Monastery is a monastery on a high hill to the north of the village. He has never been there, but he knows that people go there to worship from time to time.People who come back from that monastery will tell about the building of that monastery and the efficacy of the Bodhisattva there.In Ngawang Gyatso's heart, yearning vaguely emerged. When he got home and saw his mother working hard, Ngawang Gyatso's heart sank and he suddenly felt guilty.He felt that he was a little selfish, his mother had only one son, and he was her all support.Once he is gone, she can only live alone.He silently walked to his mother and helped her unscrew a bucket.The mother stood up in relief and looked at him with a smile. A clear lake was rippling in his heart. At this time, an elder walked into his home, he patted Ngawang Gyatso on the head, and then walked up to his mother and whispered.Ngawang Gyatso looked at his mother, he saw the change of expression on her face, it was surprise and panic.After the elder left, he watched his mother stand there blankly for a while, and when she turned around, there was only the kindness he was most familiar with on her face. Mother pulled Ngawang Gyatso to sit down and asked him if he wanted to become like his father.Seeing him nodding, she said that she would send him to Basang Monastery to study Buddhist scriptures.Ngawang Gyatso's heart flustered, and he shook his head vigorously.How can a family with only one child send their child to study classics!The mother hugged her son distressedly: You are the smartest child in the village, and grandma wants you to be as knowledgeable as dad, so you just go at ease, grandma will take care of yourself. Ngawang Gyatso cried loudly with his mother in his arms. In his heart, there were ten thousand reluctance to part with it. The lama took several children on the same road to the high mountain.Ngawang Gyatso heard a familiar singing voice coming from the wind, it was the song that his grandmother sang for him.He saw her shrunken figure standing on their way from the village, and he heard the sadness in her singing.He engraved the song into his mind, and it was the most unforgettable sound in his life. On the wall of the Potala Palace, Sangye Gyatso stood and looked into the distance.He sent six sutra masters, all of whom are masters of various sects who are proficient in Buddhism, and their destination is Basang Monastery.They will meet the reincarnated soul boy of the Dalai Lama, they will become the first teacher of the soul boy, and they will provide them with the necessary Buddhist training.It's just that they don't know their real mission. What they received was the order of the fifth Dalai Lama. They will call themselves the sutra masters of the Houzang monastery. A generation of lamas for the construction of new monasteries in the future. The reason for this arrangement is that the Red Sect prevails in the Menyu area, not the Yellow Sect to which the Dalai Lama belongs.The Red Sect has the longest history among the various sects of Tibetan Buddhism, so it is also called "Nyingma Sect". "Nyingma" itself means "ancient".This sect inherits the Tantra of Buddhism and combines it with the Bon religion of Tibet.It advocates red, and the Red Sect in some places even allows monks to marry wives and have children. This is very different from the Yellow Sect, which advocates yellow and strictly abides by the rules.Only in the name of academic exchanges can the scripture teachers settle in the monastery there. Sangye Gyatso successfully completed this arrangement under the guise of the fifth Dalai Lama.Watching the six scripture teachers go away, he knew that they would lead the reincarnated soul boy into the world of Buddha.This is the greatest respect he can give to his beloved teacher. The scribes traveled thousands of miles with this sacred and perfectly normal mission.With their profound knowledge, they are respected in foreign lands.Basang Monastery accepted their request, not only allowing them to live in the monastery, but also allowing them to choose the ideal children.In this way Ngawang Gyatso was brought into the monastery, left his home, and left his grandmother. The levers of life began to become unbalanced, but Ngawang Gyatso didn't know that his departure would separate him from the happiness he once had. From then on, he would start his career as a monk.