Chapter 5 The first dream garden (4)

She said, I saw an introduction about Medog in a geographical magazine a long time ago.Hidden deep in the high valleys of the Yarlung Zangbo Grand Canyon.The place name means "flower" in Tibetan.So far, he has been isolated from the world and has no communication.In ancient times it was called "Bai Ma Gang", which means the hidden holy land of lotus.The Tripitaka "Kanjuer" calls it "Bai Magang, the pure land of the Buddha, the most extraordinary of all the best".It is a mysterious and holy place that is yearned for. He said that she wrote to me, saying that in spring, the mountains are full of flowers, and the mountains are full of wilds, and tens of thousands of butterflies gather here.Difficult to describe in words.

Have you always been like this?What you promise to others, you must do. Some things seem to promise others, maybe they promise themselves.She won't mind.Although it's too late. So what were you doing before. Hard work.Plain life.Until it's all lost.He paused and said, maybe I never thought about when would be a good time to visit her... Time is not controlled by people. The book of Ecclesiastes says that there is a time to plant and a time to pull up what is planted.She threw away the thin bamboo branch in her hand and lit a cigarette.Before I came to Lhasa, I had an operation in Beijing.I want to see how long I can last.Until time gives me a verdict.

The first time I saw the Potala Palace, on the way from the airport, I drove under its walls and felt that it was gray and not impressive.When I saw it in the photos before, I always felt that it was a giant, insurmountable and sacred, so I was disappointed.He said. Many people are like you.But after you look at it for a long time, you will gradually feel its majesty and magnificence more and more.This cognitive process is very iterative.The situation reflected and compared is probably very important. Why did you stay in Lhasa for so long. Maybe this is a city that can try to observe the illusory features of reality from a detached perspective.It belongs to any mundane practitioner, if you have ever had doubts about the reality of life...that time in the hospital changed my life.Patients in the hospital are only concerned with physical sensations.Nothing and nothing is as important as the perception of self-existence at this moment.Blood, urine, electrocardiogram, location of pain, force of needle insertion, side effects of pills, vomiting, insomnia, itching all over the body, wounds and ulcers gradually healed, lesions need to be cleaned up and controlled... If the body does not exist, you will lose consciousness, mind and will will also not exist.

... Death is the truth, breaking through false prosperity.Suddenly realize that it doesn't matter what other people think of you, or how you perceive life yourself.The important thing is that you have to use a real way to spend the time that can't stop falling like rain between your fingers.You need to know how you are going to live. ... The night was silent.The Xinjiang men who are small vendors have already started to pack the stoves and chairs, and prepare to tie up the trolleys to withdraw from the stalls and go home.There is litter of rubbish in the open space beside the road.Pass by drunk young Korean girls with long black hair and giggling giggles.Most of the time she talks very little, but sometimes she talks a lot suddenly and leaves people speechless.You cannot ask a patient to have fun by uttering soft and witty language.That's impossible.She hardly made any attempt to express her repressed hesitation and fear.Silent retention is at the heart of her illness.

She silently watched the night on the street, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and pressed it out with her foot.There was a full yellow moon in the sky with thick clouds.The usual cold expression appeared on her face again.Stand up and say, tomorrow I will take you to see the earliest temple in Tibet.Samye Monastery is located in the south of the mountain, on the north bank of the Yarlung Zangbo River.Need to cross the river by boat.We stay one night and come back. 5 The door is opened.White light and noise poured in.It was instantly submerged in the scorching sea water.It was the oppressive and stale air in the lobby, the crowds gathering for formalities, the smell of skin and hormones.The stranger's body was pushed away like a tide on both sides.She could not see their faces.I could only hear the wheels creaking and rubbing against the concrete floor.The nurse pushed the surgical trolley through the crowd and the air waves, and headed towards the elevator.

She said that we do not actually have the power to choose our own lives.This is hopeless. The elevator reaches the fifth floor and pushes to the door of the operating room.She was lying on her back on the operating trolley, holding the infusion bag for the operation in her hand.Wearing a white hat on the head, covering the hair, the whole body is naked.The top of the hospital gown is worn on the upper body, and the fat pants cannot be tied with a belt, so they can only be worn around the waist.When she got up early in the morning, she put on a pair of clean and warm cotton socks for herself.The brightly colored socks are the pure bright red she likes.