Chapter 8 The first dream garden (7)

She said that the Samye Monastery is not as lively as the Drepung Monastery in Lhasa.The latter will have a grand festival during the Shoton Festival.During the Buddha Sunning Ceremony, they displayed giant Buddha statue thangkas among the rocks on the mountainside, where believers and tourists flocked from all directions in Lhasa.People burned pine branches, sang and danced, and reveled all the time, as if time had no end.And here, it's always so quiet.Many travelers expressed disappointment with it.They did not pay attention to these murals.I don't know their tenacity and preciousness in the years.

He asked, is this your favorite room? Yes.Sitting here for a long time will fall asleep, the room is very cold.I suspect that this is the resting room of the little lama. Look at the murals, which are different from those in the main hall.They look very innocent and sad.It was like the garden of his dreams. 7 Come.Come.good life.follow me. He opened his eyes in the dark and heard her standing outside the wooden door, tapping the flashlight against the wall against which his bed was pressed.The bald head of the flashlight was pointing downward, and the cylindrical beam of light diffused a halo on the floor.The skin and hair of the teenagers around him steamed from their deep sleep.He quietly got up in the moonlight that spilled into the room, put on khaki trousers, white shirt, and sneakers.Picking up the schoolbag with the wide-mouth glass bottle and a handmade gauze cover, he walked out of the room.

She was waiting at the foot of the stairs, wearing a white skirt and barefoot.The long black braids and bare calves were faintly blue in the dim light.She stretched out her index finger and put it gently on her lips, signaling him to follow behind her.The hallway of the monastery was long and narrow, and only the halo of the flashlight she had cast for him illuminated the way forward.With the sneakers in his hand, every time he took a step, he heard the sound of creaking and disintegrating the structure of the century-old rotten camphor wood, which could not bear the weight.The heart beats like a deer.Come.Come.good life.follow me.He hesitated a little in his heart, but it was too late.The sound of the tide of the sea looming indistinctly outside the window.Turning his face, he saw a flash of white lightning across the night sky.

One after the other they walked across the beach late at night.This island surrounded by vast sea water is rumored to be a holy place in the southeast sea, where Buddhist legend Guanyin once practiced.The entire island is full of temples facing west.In different seasons of the year, it is a gathering place for travelers and pilgrims.In summer, more tourists come to surf.He remembers it as it was when he was 13 years old at interschool summer camp.It was the only time he came to this island. the sea.A full yellow moon shines on the sea.Shining like silvery waves.Under the traction of the moon, the tide repeats its ups and downs, constantly rushing forward, splashing waves on the rocks, and then slowly retreating, leaving a beach that is undulating after washing.muffled echo.Seems to be still breathing softly in the erotic pleasure after impact.

His feet sank into the cold mud.Step by step, towards the night.The girl in front, holding the hem of her skirt with her hands, ran lightly and beatingly.All the small laughter was covered by the tide sound.Her pure white figure ran to the sea again and again, turned around and fled back again and again, intoxicated in the game where no one else was there.The tide wets the skirt, tightly wrapping the young body.At the junction of the distant sea and sky, there are lights from fishing boats.He saw a wave follow her closely behind, chasing her onto the sand.She squealed with joy.The air was thick and humid.It is midsummer in August.

At the entrance of the path leading deep into the woods, she stopped and turned to look at him.The two sneakers are connected with shoelaces and hung around the neck.Bare feet and calves were covered with seaweed green silk and mud.The bangs on his forehead were all soaked, and the hair was stuck to his face.Because of the running, all the tiny blood vessels on his cheeks swelled, like two drunken flowers blooming. She said, are you scared?There is a slightly convex edge on her upper lip, which looks very gentle, but with a slightly mocking setting.It was always a muscular habit she couldn't change when facing him.It seems that when she questioned this question, she didn't distinguish the object of the setting.It seemed that her doubts about him were also doubts about herself.

He stood opposite her calmly.His silence is covering the issue.Don't differentiate him or her.No answer required.She was always the one who lacked confidence.Although he seemed suspicious, he knew his choice better than her.If there is any confusion, it only comes from the mystery of the night itself.Behind her the black woods looked like a cave.After going deep, I don't know where to go.But he followed her in. In the damp heat, he smelled the pungent smell of thyme.Walking into the bushes, the branches and leaves rushed to the face, rubbing against the skin on the arms and neck.Some blunt little moths spread their wings and flew away in a hurry, hurting their eyes.He closely followed the circle of her flashlight, and the dancing white figure in the circle of light.Until they stopped by a small river.

Countless fireflies fly with light in mid-air, perched among the branches and grass.There are glowing fireflies resting on her hair and dress.Lightning streaked across the sky more frequently.Cool, forceful raindrops began to fall on his lips.He looked at this dark and mysterious new world, his heart was beating violently, almost jumping out of his chest.The pain was unbearable.He stumbled into the river.The moonlight shivered on the water.Crushed mercury.The dark shadows of the silent mountains around are creeping and sleeping beasts. At this moment, he saw her take off the white skirt silently, like a fish, leaned over and jumped into the water with a plop.