Chapter 11 Music chapter Shiro Wooden Temple: A piece of pure land in a daze

The legendary Queen Mother of the West is the ancestor of the Chinese nation.The Nuwa who created humans, the Goddess of Wushan, and the grandmother of the Ba people, Wujie, are all branches of the West Queen Mother tribe. The West Queen Mother tribe uses the female tiger as a totem, also known as the Black Tiger Goddess.The original meaning of Langmu in Tibetan is "tiger's den fairy".Here, what the residents worship is not living Buddhas or gods like Labrang Monastery, but the legendary old grandmother Lang Mu.The cave where Langmu lives is a holy place, and the spring water gushing out of the cave is the source of the Bailong River.

Some things with grand names are not worthy of their names. For example, the Bailong River is actually a small stream less than two meters wide flowing through the town.This creek reminds me of the Seine in Paris.The left bank of the Seine is a resort for petty bourgeoisie, with various bookstores, theaters, art galleries, and cafes all over the blocks.The right bank is the center of commerce and government.People humorously call it "the right bank uses money, and the left bank uses brains".On the north bank of Langmusi is the "Dehecang Langmusi" in Gansu, and on the right bank is the "Gerdi Temple" belonging to Sichuan. On one side is the Lama's temple and on the other side is the Hui mosque; Prayer of Islam.A small stream, split and merged two different cultures and beliefs.

Where cultures blend and collide, there is always something profound. Langmusi is located in the col, so small that you can see the end at a glance.Illuminated by the golden temple Falun, the whole town is filled with a leisurely and lazy feeling.The sunshine on the plateau has never been stingy with its smiling faces. Residents bask in the sun casually and relaxedly, monks recite scriptures peacefully and leisurely; tourists stop and go, recording the scenery around them; there are layers of temples on the hillside Stacked, like an oil painting, concave and convex. We found a youth hostel to stay at, it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon.People who come to Langmusi will go to Lisa Restaurant to eat apple pie and yogurt, so we join in the fun and try it.

As it was past lunch time and not yet dinner time, the restaurant was very quiet when we went.The surrounding walls are covered with post-it notes, postcards, clothes, hats, etc. left by tourists. They are colorful and give a feeling of being separated from each other.Lisa is a friendly-looking but ordinary woman, wearing a white apron and smiling.We had apple pie, yogurt and a yak burger.The portion is very large, and the taste is actually average, but in Tibetan areas, maybe this is already very good food.At the end of the meal, Guan Yuan and I both rubbed our stomachs and called for support, but we didn't finish eating.

Taking advantage of the sunshine, we wandered leisurely all the way.The small town where Langmusi is located is peaceful and beautiful, and all the people are living regardless of world affairs, but they are regular but leisurely. Those unhurried paces made my increasingly impetuous heart in the city begin to quiet. There are many small shops selling jewelry on the side of the road. I am a bracelet lover, so I must ask Guan Yuan to choose.But the price is too expensive, and finally returned without success. Go back to the front of the hotel and sit on the long log with Sensen Yuanyuan to bask in the sun.The hotel is run by a girl from Guangzhou. Uncles and aunts came to visit while they were resting. The whole family looked happy.It is said that the uncle was a soldier in the Tibetan area, and the girl fell in love with this simple town when she visited relatives in a certain year. After graduation, she came here with her boyfriend and opened this small youth hotel.

Auntie was washing clothes in the creek at the door, while chatting with us about the beauty of Langmusi.She said that the busiest day in Langmusi is the Buddha Sun Festival on the 13th day of the first lunar month.On this day, herdsmen in Tibetan areas will come to visit the Buddha.They are dressed in splendid attire, and like Labrang Monastery, they will also exchange materials during festivals.In addition, there is also the Arrow Insertion Festival spread among the Tibetan people, but women are not allowed to participate. Legend has it that a long time ago, a warrior died in battle. To commemorate him, the people put the arrow he wore on the top of the mountain to pay homage, praying for his soul to bless the people.Every year, local residents, both monks and laymen, go to worship the Arrow God and let him bless the people.Thus, there was an arrow-inserting festival.

In the early morning of the day of the festival, each family sends a strong man on horseback to the arrow stack on the top of the mountain. When all the people arrive, they start to simmer and shout "Lagaro" in unison.Afterwards, I checked the information.It is said that the gods and non-God Jinyao's subordinates fought for the fruit of the wishful tree year after year. If the gods failed, they would be in danger of destroying the world and even the universe. ".While they were cheering, the sound of the conch trumpet, followed by the roar of the cannon, signaled the beginning of the ceremony.This ceremony symbolizes the majesty of the God of War, and symbolizes that a tribe cannot be bullied or defeated.After inserting the arrow, it will proclaim "Longda". "Longda" means wind horse, and the four corners are printed with tiger, lion, roc and dragon.Its meaning is: good luck is as prosperous as a galloping horse, a mighty tiger, a roaring mountain lion, a roc spreading its wings for thousands of miles, and a jade dragon dominating the sky.

I have been traveling since I was fifteen, and I have never liked to pick the season when there are many people.But there are advantages and disadvantages. Everywhere I go, I can wander around leisurely and see the most peaceful life of the local people, but I also lose the opportunity to watch national festivals. The legends and festivals of all the places I pass are from Heard it from people who met by chance. This town, known as the Little Switzerland of the Orient, is not clean and tidy, but rubbish rolling and running away with the wind can be seen everywhere on the ground.This town called Little Tibet is not full of Tibetans, but an area where Tibetans, Huis, and Hans live in harmony.

In the evening, we stayed in the hotel and borrowed the owner's kitchen to cook instant noodles.The aunt and the girl brought us two bowls of steaming chicken soup made by themselves.After dinner, Guan Yuan and I sat on the sofa and chatted, sighing, wanting to stay in this peaceful town and raise a flock of sheep for a lifetime.Like girls, open a youth hostel, entertain donkey friends passing by, drink tea and chat, and listen to stories that happened in the north and south of the river.We smiled and dreamed of beautiful days, but my aunt came over and told us about the cruelty of reality.

It is impossible for outsiders like us to open a hotel in Langmusi.Uncle has served as a soldier in Tibetan areas for many years, and they are now operating here, and they have to share with the local power gangs.The uncle must come to live twice a year, and each time he is reluctant to leave because he is worried about the safety of the girl. Guan Yuan and I were suddenly depressed, why are there such snobbish gangs everywhere?However, during our short journey, Langmusi is still a beautiful pure land. After washing up early, he and Guan Yuan went up to the room on the second floor to rest.

Through the windows, you can see the courtyards of the residents. Whenever there is movement outside the door, ferocious Tibetan dogs bark.I only learned in Labrang Monastery that these mastiff-like guys are not all Tibetan mastiffs, most of them are just ordinary Tibetan dogs.It is said that ten dogs have one mastiff.Those who have not been trained are just dogs, and when the animal nature is domesticated to the extreme, it is a mastiff.All mastiffs only recognize one owner and cannot be approached by others.The training process is very cruel and bloody: when the puppies are born and weaned, the owner will lock them together and make them kill each other. The last remaining one will be put into a pit more than one meter deep. Meat that is just enough to survive, every time it grows a little, it will be put into a bigger pit, and when it becomes an adult, it will be thrown near the wolf den in the snowy plateau, still in the pit, and each time it will be given only enough meat to survive. Meat.In the end, the dog can grow into a mastiff against wolves.At the same time, it understands that food is hard to come by, and will be loyal to the owner who gives it food. Guan Yuan was flipping through a small booklet of scriptures, but I was thinking about such bloody things; I have a soft spot for some adventurous things, but she is obsessed with all ordinary things, such two completely different Individuals can go on the road together and experience a period of life.Looking at it, I laughed unconsciously.Guan Yuan is really a very good companion! After nine o'clock in the evening, we turned off the lights and each lay in bed and watched our mobile phones.Two pale and weak lights hit the ceiling, Sensen Yuanyuan jumped onto the bed, and fell asleep at our feet. I really want to find someone to share with, but I am always sad that I can't find the right person.Or send a message to Qi Lan: Baby, I'm at Langmusi.The town went to sleep early, presumably for an early start tomorrow.Qi Lan still quickly replied: Baby, then go to bed early, and wake up tomorrow to breathe the fresh air! This little girl spent the entire youth with me, I thought about it, and the corners of my mouth turned up, and I fell asleep peacefully.