Chapter 35 sun city love

When I finally set foot in the holy land of Lhasa, I suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness.So he bid farewell to Tao Wei and Lan in a hurry, and wandered alone with his bag on his back. In front of the Jokhang Temple, it seems that there is no wish to make. With the Jokhang Temple as the center, there are eight streets like the rays of the sun, known as "Bakhor Street". The Tibetans who have gone through hardships and arrived in Lhasa turn around in "Ling Kuo".That is a large circle centered on the Jokhang Temple and including the Potala Palace, Yaowang Mountain and Ramoche Temple.

They walked in the same direction, as if they had received some kind of indication from the gods, as always. And I, swaying in the bustling Barkhor Commercial Street. Barkhor Street is paved with hand-polished stones, lined with various small shops, and the old-fashioned Tibetan buildings undoubtedly add another flavor.In the middle of the street, there is a huge incense burner, filled with fireworks day and night. Walking through the "twist and twists and turns", that is the simple palace of Songtsan Gampo.Passing by the continuous string of white buildings on Barkhor Street, and then at a corner, I saw a two-story building painted with yellow paint.Here is the secret palace of the sixth Dalai Lama Tsangyang Gyatso.

Tsangyang Gyatso is a well-known figure known to the Tibetan people. The sixth Dalai Lama moved the world with his moving love poems and deviant ways.An eminent monk of Tibetan Buddhism once commented on him: "The Sixth Dalai Lama made ordinary people see the vast spiritual world in the worldly law with the worldly law. His poems and songs have purified the souls of generations. He used the most sincere compassion Let ordinary people feel that Buddhism is not unattainable, and his uniqueness allows us to receive the true teachings!" Perhaps it was Cangyang Gyatso's unique life experience that made him express his feelings, and said: "I once thought that being too sentimental would damage the holy life, and I was afraid that I would not fall into the city when I went to the mountains. The world is safe and full of dharma, and I will not fail the Tathagata and not fail the Qing." Such a poem full of contradictions and extremely entangled in the heart, no matter who reads it, can't help but sigh for him.Religious belief on the one hand, and loved ones on the other, how should one choose?

The love poems he wrote for Maggie Ami have been handed down for a long time. They are not only love, but also the pain of losing freedom.He said: "The sun has given me 16 years of light, but I want to use the twilight of my life to illuminate the place where the sun was born. From now on, if you want to forget but never forget, that is an immortal spirit." Tsangyang Gyatso's parents believed in Nyingma (Red Sect) Buddhism, which allowed monks to marry wives and have children.But the Gelug Sect (Yellow Sect) Buddhism to which the Dalai Lama belongs strictly prohibits monks from getting married, starting a family, and approaching women.The sixth Dalai Lama was not understood by the world at the time, and they believed that infatuation was an insult to the sect.He ended up not being able to be with his beloved Maggie Ami, but their love in Sun City survived forever.

From Barkhor Street to the Drepung Monastery in the west, there was some kind of event being held there. Tibetans in costumes formed a circle, and inside there were two fighters pulling long ropes like bulls and pulling in opposite directions. Later I found out that this is called Yaga, which is a traditional sport in Tibet and has now been listed as a performance event in the National Democracy Games.It is somewhat similar to the tug-of-war competition of the Han nationality. The difference is that the betting is carried out by two people. The contestants put the rope around their necks, and the two people face each other. Let's see who gets the red cloth over the midpoint first.Because the posture of the game is very similar to that of an elephant, Yaga is also called elephant tug-of-war.

The spectators were very excited and shouted to cheer for their side.Competitors work even harder.It is said that when they were working in the fields, they would also play betga during their breaks. I squeezed into the crowd, feeling the lively atmosphere of the event. It was dusk when we arrived at the Potala Palace. The majestic palace stands on top of the red mountain, the sky and clouds seem to float on the white walls and red tiles, a little mist covers my sight, looking up at this holy palace that symbolizes the end, I feel a little lost in my heart. Since the palace stood here, it has become a kind of pursuit and dream, and it has become the spiritual source for Tibetans to watch their souls and the afterlife.They spent their entire lives just to come here and look up at this holy paradise in their hearts.Because they believe that as long as they come here, they can get the protection of the gods and gain peace of mind.

Blessed are those who have faith.Just like the Tibetans kowtowing around the Potala Palace in front of them.When they finally arrived after exhausting the travel expenses gathered by the whole family and even the whole village, the happiness in their hearts surpassed everything else.Each of them has all kinds of wishes, about the villagers, about their family members, and about themselves.However, he only whispered it to the gods inside the high wall.The voice was lower than a whisper, but it was the most heart-shattering. Outside the palace, tourists came and went, their faces passing by.The longer I stood, I realized that the last ones were always those young people kowtowing to the high wall.

Standing at the foot of the Potala Palace, I thought of Guan Yuan who was warm, Shiyan from Labrang Monastery, hotel owner from Langmusi Monastery, Ali and Jinyi, Tang Li and Luo Bing, Suolang Mucuo, Tao Wei and Lan ..., I think of the scenery and stories along the way, the laughter and hardships along the way, and feel that this walk seems to fill up a period of time. But where should we go next? When I return to the hustle and bustle of the city and the repetitive life track, will my heart, which is now relieved, be tightly bound again? People are always afraid of the unchanging mode of life, and what is even more afraid of is the hidden struggle of intrigues and hidden knives.

And the Potala Palace, like it is now for thousands of years, is silent here, pure and innocent. He is indifferent to the world, facing the disturbing stories in the world, but he is kind and kind, caring for every face. Passers-by, have you noticed that the passers-by who smiled outside the palace have left shining spots on the wall bricks. When a traveler does not know the way back, he will choose a place nearby to settle down and rest for a while.And I, sitting on the ground in the holy Sunshine City, thought carefully about every smiling face. As the sun gradually sets, the majestic Potala Palace becomes solemn and solemn.

At the second when night falls, I know that I have gained inner peace and a transcendent freedom. Epilogue Let life walk freely in Tibet. Due to time constraints, I only visited Gannan, western Sichuan, and Nyingchi, Tibet.This will inevitably leave some regrets, and of course my determination and hope to return to Tibet one day in the future. Sorry to my readers!Walking with my words, along the way, you will definitely feel a little tired.Because what I pay attention to is not only the lush and intoxicating scenery, but also the humanities, customs, beliefs and life of Tibet.I wanted to integrate my soul into Tibet, but I couldn't fully do so.We all take the short-term release of the city to solve life itself, but after returning, we fall into the mundane world again.

I recorded my thoughts and thoughts along the way in such a work, which is said to be private, but in fact I hope to share it.It has always been my wish to let the belief as pure as Shambhala in Tibet settle in our hearts.Because of that, we become genuine, simple, and even incredibly powerful. If possible, I want to drift like this forever.Go to different places, feel the strange customs, just wander around casually, don't need to think about too many things, don't need to get entangled in too many complicated interpersonal relationships; if possible, I don't want to settle down in any place for the time being.Just by walking like this, you can reap all the best things in life.Meet different people and hear their unique stories. We can use fate to explain all luck and misfortune. About the reason.Just an excuse we made up.For yourself, and for those who pay attention to yourself overtly and secretly. Those old people who walk around and smoke.The women who sing with their children in their arms.They walked in the sun, looking very leisurely.And my city is too young, so the exuberant vitality burst into noise. Look at the clock with the time poking out the light.A day easily succeeds night.I looked around aimlessly waiting. It was quiet in the hotel room, but I could hear the train rumbling by. Close the door, turn off the TV.In order not to forget faster, I can only try to write down some.Let pen and ink replace the cumbersome memory, I am just afraid of forgetting. Sometimes, just as stubborn as Feng'er, she abandons all expressions of disapproval and just walks in one direction.Many times, they just pursue the collision between sensibility and reality. A friend I met on the road escorted me to the car.There is only this intersection in life, goodbye, maybe there is no goodbye. Time never goes backwards.And I don't want to repeat the day. Finally, I would like to thank the original authors of the stories and legends quoted in this article, who have enriched the connotation of Tibetan culture.