Chapter 6 Chapter 5 Mountains have trees and trees have branches

Sanskrit sound is the sound of chanting in temples.It floats from body to body and merges into a river of chant.What the Sanskrit sound sings is the earnest teaching of the Buddha. The compassion of the Buddha penetrates through the years and is reproduced in this singing, as if the Buddha has always been in this world, loving the world. In fact, the Buddha has been in parinirvana for centuries.He taught the world with the wisdom left in the world.Everything in this world is subject to interdependence, and nothing can be immortal.But human wisdom can last longer in this world.Even though those who created it and those who learned it have disappeared from this world, wisdom still shines somewhere in this world.

In the shaking of the Buddha lamp, we heard his singing.The sound overflowed from the lightly parted lips and tongue, converging into a musical sound, surrounding him.That Sanskrit song penetrated into his ears, into his heart, and into his past.It returns with the knowledge and roots of wisdom from the past, and makes the heart that hopes to gain something in piety feel the source of wisdom.But he didn't know that not only the gold of wisdom, but also the dust of the world were dug out from the past. Organisms evolve from a single cell and multiply to become a prosperous world.The need for reproduction has gradually been endowed with emotions, and human beings have become sentient creatures.Love is a thing, entangled in a person's whole life.From the first-born family affection, to the friendship of childhood sweethearts, and then to the unswerving love of this life.There is a constant connection between love and human beings.It is deeply rooted in people's hearts, how can it be broken away by one or two lines of Sanskrit chant?

Therefore, when Fanchang wanted to cut off this connection, this connection was firmly rooted in his heart.It's confusing, it's sad. Among the children, Ngawang Gyatso has outstanding knowledge, and he often understands the scriptures easily.But what he has been confused about is why the Buddha always said that the world is suffering and the friendship in the world is false.He didn't believe it in his heart.What he believed in was his father's earnest teaching to him and his mother's love for him.He loves his parents, and even though he can't see them, he still misses them.

Especially when he saw that the Buddhist scriptures mentioned that it was necessary to cut off the friendship in the world, he would think of his parents, and his thoughts would flow out from the bottom of his heart.The excitement when I first arrived at the monastery has gradually subsided, but the yearning for my mother is increasing day by day.After all, he is still a child. In his dream, he would hear that song, the song his mother sang when she sent him off. The singing sound floated over from afar, wrapping his arms around his head, as if his mother was embracing him. How long has it been without such warmth?No matter how much the lamas in the monastery liked him, they were not as strong as his mother's love.That look, one gesture, can warm his heart.He misses the smell of the old house, the smell of his mother, and any moment with her.

He knew that he was his mother's only support.Although he is not strong enough to protect his mother, she must feel lonely without his company.He often wondered after waking up from his dream, without his father's support and his company, how could his mother live well alone?She works alone at home, will the tiredness leave her face old?Will she be like in his dream, watching and waiting for him on the big rock at the entrance of the village to send him away?Will she sing her father's song alone, being tormented by longing and becoming thinner day by day? But since coming to the temple, the news related to mother is like the thin frost in the morning, which has turned into ice water and soaked in the soil before he can perceive it.Several times, he wanted to go home and have a look, but was rejected by the teachers for various reasons.Ngawang Gyatso didn't think too much about it. Just as the teachers said, he hadn't reached the point where he would be successful in his studies. Going home at this moment would only add to his mother's troubles.

But he was still looking forward to hearing from his mother.He began to desert during the time of chanting, and when people who burned incense passed by, he would look at their eyebrows to see if they were from the village.All the lamas in the monastery knew that he had this heart disease.Once or twice they knew that it was someone from his village, so they went to inform him.He ran in a hurry, but the villagers had already gone down the mountain.He could only stare at the emptiness outside the temple gate, in a daze. Occasionally, he would slip out of the temple gate and look in the direction of the village.It was as if his gaze could penetrate the clouds and see Grandma's figure.He also sometimes sings the songs his parents taught him, and the singing sounds far away.He knew that it was impossible for the singing to float to his mother, but he hoped that this wind and this cloud could send his thoughts to his mother.

But he never thought that the first and only time he heard about his mother was her death!He no longer remembers how he heard the news, he just knew one thing in a daze: his kind and loving grandmother passed away. In the blurred tears, Ngawang Gyatso saw his grandmother singing beautiful songs and cooking delicious meals; he saw his grandmother wearing a costume, like a blooming Gesang flower in a lively festival, beautiful Charming; he saw his grandmother calling out to his naughty self at the door of the house; he saw his grandmother making clothes and telling stories under the dim light... But now, all of these are gone!

When his father passed away, he still had a mother to cuddle with, but now that his mother is gone, who else can he rely on?Fate cut off his relationship with the world so resolutely.But why didn't he feel that this was relief?He only felt that a large piece of his heart had been dug out alive, empty and lost. I cried thousands of times, and the tears have already dried up.But Ngawang Gyatso's eyes were still looking out of the temple for a long time.He couldn't see the smog in the scripture hall, he could only see a lost world.In a daze, time passed, but the world seemed to have nothing to do with him.When the scribes called him, there was a trace of hatred in his eyes when he turned his head.

Yes, he hated, he hated the monastery, hated the monastery that took him away from his mother.Since then, he and his mother have been separated from each other. No matter how much he misses, his mother can't feel it, and no matter how much he calls, his mother can't respond.He even hated himself, why did he come to this world that isolated him from his mother! Seeing Ngawang Gyatso's wild eyes, the scripture teachers were a little scared.The result of their divination was that Ngawang Gyatso was possessed by a demon. If he was not allowed to leave the monastery, he would be destroyed by himself.So the scripture teachers decided to send him to a monastery farther away from his hometown.

trek.From one place to another.For the disheartened, the trek is pointless.But for children, the novelty brought along during the trek can awaken his inner curiosity. That year, Ngawang Gyatso was 14 years old.A lama took him on the road to Cuo Na Dzong.They traveled all the way to the northeast. Although the distance was not far, Ngawang Gyatso saw a whole new world.There are dozens of hundreds of houses side by side, and there are several shops on the street in the middle, with a wide variety of goods at the door.Compared with the small village where Ngawang Gyatso was born, this place is much more prosperous.

In the eyes of Ngawang Gyatso, this is like a bustling big city.His mind was occupied by the novel things he saw, and he couldn't stop thinking about it: What are these strange objects used for?Something in the bottom of my heart was activated, and it was beating vigorously, wanting to feel the world. Seeing the change in Ngawang Gyatso's eyes, the lama couldn't help but nodded.He knew that Ngawang Gyatso had come to the right place.He only knew that Ngawang Gyatso's sanity was recovering, but what he didn't know was that Ngawang Gyatso would be here, causing new dust. The lama took Ngawang Gyatso to a larger monastery than Basang Monastery - Gongba Monastery.The collection of books here is more than that of Basang Monastery, which makes Ngawang Gyatso regain the excitement of learning.He has read many scriptures, but what interests him the most is not the profound Buddhist principles, but the poems mixed in them. He feels that poetry has a magical power, which can explain boring things more vividly.Its rhythm, like singing, has the kind of kindness brought to him by his parents.He often murmured those poems, as if they were all the scriptures.He still remembers his father teaching him to recite poems, and he still remembers his mother humming songs for him. Poetry is the link between him and the world.He murmured as if they could bring back a parent's love and linger around him. Time is the most effective healer.As time went by, the pain gradually healed, but the terrible scars still remembered the people and things in the past.Some things, time can heal without leaving traces.Some things, on the contrary, will become more painful due to the precipitation of time, and become an unmentionable wound. With a light touch, the bone hurts.And Ngawang Gyatso found poetry to heal his wounds, even though he felt pain, there was warmth infiltrating his heart. Gradually, he felt the happiness of getting into the pile of books again.His eyes were as clear as a mountain spring again, and his clever mind made the scripture teachers love him very much.He still thinks of that small village and his parents occasionally, but those have become distant events.Perhaps, the goshawk can flap its wings and fly to the place he misses in his heart, but for him, there are thousands of rivers and mountains. Sometimes he wonders, is this rebirth?Perhaps, he will start a new life here. But his return is not the result of Buddhism.He was pulled back to reality by the secular world, and he was destined to be drawn by the secular world. So, on a sunny day, when he walked to the small market, a pair of startled eyes made his heart beat violently.That pure gaze, like the quiet and clear eyes of his mother, shocked Ngawang beyond his control at this accidental touch. He desperately looked for the eyes, followed it to turn and move forward, when suddenly it stopped and turned back to face him.His heart almost stopped beating, and he stared blankly at those eyes, not knowing what to do.Suddenly, a smile appeared in those eyes, and he turned his head and disappeared into the darkness of the house. Ngawang Gyatso stood stupidly under the sun, letting the sun scorching him.All he knew at this moment was that those eyes could see into his heart. "She was sent by the Buddha to replace Grandma!" He said to himself in his heart. A subtle change occurred in Ngawang Gyatso's heart. He thought about the girl's voice and smile all day long.He wanted to go to the market to look for her, but he was a little scared in his heart, worried that his granny-like expression would change as soon as he touched her.He tossed and turned, and could only recall those eyes and that smile over and over again. Suddenly, he thought of his father.He remembered that there was also some nostalgia in the way his father looked at his mother.At that time, he was still young and didn't know what love was, but now he knew that it was the deep affection between father and mother.He was thinking, did he fall in love with this girl just like his father fell in love with his grandmother back then?Although it's only this side of the relative, but his heart is already filled with her. He tried hard to recall the eyes of his parents, and he tried hard to feel the friendship of his parents.Every effort he made made him feel warm in his heart, as if a fire was baking there.He recalled those eyes, and he knew that every time he recalled, he also felt the same warmth in his heart.He believed that he fell in love with this girl, who had mother-like clear eyes.It turns out that this kind of longing is love. When you love someone, you can have such satisfaction in your heart.This is a question that Ngawang Gyatso has never thought about before.But he likes this kind of satisfaction, it seems to be a kind of treasure, picked up by him inadvertently.How wonderful it would be to keep this treasure for a lifetime.Thinking about it, he began to chant his own thoughts: If you like someone, We live together day and night. How in the sea, Explore Lianchengbi. (Translated by Liu Xiwu) In the straightforward poem, there is a strong friendship.He embraced it with all his heart, as if covering it with his whole life, he could get the treasure of a lifetime. There is always such a vague period of time in life, when everyone is still young and frivolous, reading the youth does not know what it feels like to be sad, but there is already misty mist in the eyes.Clearly ignorant of the responsibility bestowed by love, yet dare to make a permanent promise.Every time that figure walks by, you don't need a glimpse of time to recognize it.It feels like there is a thin red thread that heralds fate, winding around the immature fingers, and tightly bound with the other finger.Hearing his hearty laughter, you can't help but raise the corners of your mouth, carefully pondering, which belongs to the little bit of connection between each other.On a star-studded night, I always fantasize that that person will be here, and even the language can be omitted, just stand there from a distance for people to watch. Everyone carefully cherishes this hazy time.The same is true for Ngawang Gyatso.He was grateful for her presence, even though they hadn't seen anything.At this time, what he has is not the blunt "I love you" in the poem, not the hypocritical "I'm waiting for you", not the skinless and shameless "I want you" in modern life, but a grateful pointing to his heart and saying : Thank you for being here. In the face of love, there is no rich or poor, no status difference, only the most primitive admiration, who is more emotional with whom. Ngawang Gyatso's heart was moved, and he was led by his heart to look for those eyes.He waited before her disappearing shadow, waiting for her laughter.He knew her name—Rengzin Wangmo, he saw her face—clear and lovely, and he heard her voice—like a silver bell.He engraved her beauty into his heart, and felt every inch of beauty. Ngawang Gyatso doesn't know what first love is like, he has never heard of it.Lovesickness, miss, cherish... everything related to emotion is still blank in his mind.All he knew was that face, which would make his face feel slightly hot unconsciously, and make his heart thump for no reason.When he wakes up in the morning, he will think of her: Is she dressing up now?When eating vegetarian food, he would think of her: Is she intoxicated by the butter tea made by Grandma at this moment, with a charming smile on her face?When chanting, he would think of her: Is she busy helping Dad with work at the moment? Ngawang Gyatso had not had time to express his love to Rinzen Wangmo, his love at first sight for her.While missing, his eyes always show a trace of loneliness.Come to think of it, unrequited love is sour. Rigzin Wangmo, can you understand my thoughts?During the sleepless night, Ngawang Gyatso asked.This kind of mood accompanied him, and the uncontrollable feelings tormented him.His love song is sweet and bitter with the unknown.The melodious sound of the piano also produced astringent notes. When will his love be as harmonious as that of his parents?How wonderful that would be!He tossed and turned for the sweet dream, and his heart was already tied with a red rope that seemed to exist.This red rope made him slide from the Buddha's side to the most beautiful flower in the world.