Once upon a time, by the Yarlung Zangbo River, which spews out pearls and spits out jade, such a song was circulated. Many people heard and sang it and forgot it. Only a little prince called Dawa treasured this song in the most sacred place of his heart. The young prince grew and grew and grew and grew and grew until he was old enough to get married. All the kings wanted to marry their princesses to him, but Prince Dawa always repeated, "I don't love any princesses, I only love the beautiful and kind Orange Girl."
In fact, what does the orange girl really look like? Where does she live? All just oral tradition, to Prince Dawa, this is also a mystery. In front of the palace, there is a sweet water well, half of the residents of the city, are here to drink water. Prince Dawa thought, the old man's mouth has gold, as long as I go to the well every day to ask, always ask the way to find the orange girl. So the prince appeared every day on the well platform made of white stone. He came earlier than all who drew water, and went back later than all. And at noon, he did not leave, carrying a very large piece of green oil tsampa as a snack. To every old man who carried water, he always repeated the same question, "Old man, please tell me, is there an orange girl in the world? Where does she live?" He got really mad and picked up a stone and threw it at the sky, but it fell and smashed an old woman's water jar. It was a very, very old old woman, with hair as white as a conch, and not even a pearl-sized tooth left in her mouth. This water jar was half of her family property, and how could she not be sad now that it had been smashed? Prince Dawa saw the old woman crying in pain, and hurriedly sent a gold coin as compensation, and gave her half of the green oil tsampa she ate. The old woman was so grateful that she clasped her hands together and murmured the prayer, "O Bodhisattva, the heart of this prince is really as kind as that of the orange girl."
When Prince Dawa heard the four words "orange girl", he was as fond of her as if he had found a treasure as big as a goat's head, and hurriedly bowed to the old woman again and asked, "Old mother, the orange girl you mentioned just now, where exactly does she live? Can you show me a path so that I can go and meet her?"
The old woman shook her head and said, "They say that the lion's milk of the snowy mountains is sweet, but none of it can be fetched; and they say that the orange girl is beautiful, but none of it can be seen, for it is too difficult to go where she lives."
The prince clapped his hands and said, "Tell me, old mother, please! Even if she lived on the moon, I would dare to look for her in the colored clouds; and even if she lived in the sea, I would dare to go down to the dragon's palace to find her."
Seeing the prince's affection, which was as firm as diamond, the old woman pointed out in detail the path to find the orange girl.
Brave Prince Dawa, he hurried by day and by night. By day, the golden sun was his companion; by night, the silver moon was his lamp. He climbed the snowy peaks close to the blue sky, conquered the brave snow lion, and rode him over the mountains. He leaped into the raging river, defeated the fierce dragon, and seized it to cross the rapids; he entered the vast forest, and many fierce beasts pounced upon him. The distant ones he shot with golden arrows; the near ones, he cut with a precious sword. After traveling the arduous road for seventy-seven and forty-nine days, he finally came upon a canyon where flowers bloomed. Here, dense layers of orange trees grew, and millions of golden shaking oranges shone with a strange luster. They gave off a tantalizing aroma.
The prince jumped and sang, and ran into the orange grove in a single breath, and many orange trees stretched out their green palms and held his garment; and many, many oranges pleaded with him in sweet voices:
"The prince! Prince! Take me away!"
"Prince! Prince! Take me away!"
There were kumquat smiles and sweet sounds everywhere, making Prince Dawa dizzy and unsure of what to do. At that moment, he remembered the old woman's admonition, "The orange girl, lives in the highest and tallest orange tree, hidden among the biggest and largest oranges." The prince searched three times from east to west, and three times from west to east, and finally saw a very, very tall orange tree with a very, very big tangerine, hidden inside the dense foliage, not saying anything, not lifting his head, just pursing his lips and smiling shyly. The prince reached out to pick it, but the orange ran from this branch to that branch, and jumped to another branch, and finally rose to the top of the tree, hiding in the middle of a few golden clouds.
This really made the prince anxious. He wanted to shoot it with an arrow, but he was afraid of hurting it; he wanted to shake the tree, but he was afraid of touching it, so he stood under the tree and sang:
Beautiful tangerine girl, living in the high treetop; girl, if you are interested, please fall into my arms.
And sure enough, just as the prince finished his song, the tangerine gently floated down and fell into his arms. The prince was so happy that he pressed his arms against his chest and ran toward home. He came to the foot of the snowy mountains and sat down by the moonlike lake, resting against the dharma bushes. Here, very, very close to home, he could see the golden dome of the king's palace on the clouds. He held out from the arms of the golden orange, the more he looked more happy, the more mold touch the more like, forget the old woman's advice, can not help but peel the orange. Suddenly, with the marvelous music and dazzling golden light, an incomparably beautiful girl, smiling from the orange out. She wore a crystal turquoise jewel on her head, a garment made of golden threads, a face as white and red as a tangerine's defense, and a body as slender and gentle as a tangerine's tree. She fell slowly on the grass, and her whole body gave out a marvelous fragrance. The prince was so surprised that he didn't even dare to take a breath for fear of blowing this fairy-like woman to a faraway place. He hurriedly stepped forward, pulling the orange girl's belt, to tell her about his feelings of adoration. The orange girl does not turn around, nor answer, just pursed small mouth gentle smile.
The moon lake, the sun bright brightly separated, the lake water high happy singing, full of white hair of the snow mountain grandpa, also smile full of red, because Prince Dawa and the orange girl, here in the marriage bond. They came with many, many flowers and sang many, many love songs. At last the prince lay down on the carpet-like fragrant grass, resting on the girl's knee, and went sweetly to sleep.
In the cave of the rocky cliff by the lake there lived a witch, who, seeing that they loved each other like this, and that the spring was as inseparable as milk, thought of a wicked idea to trap the orange girl, who was as kind as the White Tara. She turned into a woman, paced to the orange girl with a twist, stared at her three times, squinted three times, and said with great surprise: "Ah tsk, tsk! The most beautiful orange girl in the world turns out to be much uglier than me!" The tangerine girl did not answer, but only pursed her lips and smiled. The witch pulled the tangerine girl down and asked her to go to the lake to take a picture of her, and compare her with the other one. The tangerine girl said, "No! No! That will wake up the prince." The witch said, "Yes, I know you don't dare to compare! Why don't you let the prince rest on the ground?" The orange girl then lifted the prince's head and moved it to the freshly picked flowers, and then pillowed it on her brightly colored girth. They came to the edge of the lake, and there were two reflections in the water: the orange girl was as good as a golden peacock, and the witch, about as good as a black old crow.
The witch was more than defeated, but not yet defeated, said: "You have a gorgeous gold dress, of course, stronger; if I put on your clothes, I will be more beautiful than you." The poor orange girl, caught in the witch's trick, exchanged her dress for the witch's, and was pushed down by the witch into a very, very deep lake while she was taking pictures of the shadows.
The witch jumped to the prince's side in two or three steps, and wrapped his head in her arms. The prince felt as soft as if he had been sleeping on wool, but now he felt as if he had been sleeping on the horns of a bull, and he soon woke up with a start. He opened his eyes to look closely, and felt that the orange girl has changed, ugly, black, can not help but slightly frowned. The witch saw what he was thinking and quickly said, "O noble prince! You have slept here for three days, and I have stayed with you motionless for three days. The sun of the snowy mountains has tanned me, and the cool wind on the lake has broken me!" Prince Dawa thought, "How kind is the heart of the orange girl, though she is uglier than she was, I cannot dislike her."
So the prince and the witch had a grand wedding at court. Kings from far and near sent precious gifts, and all the inhabitants of the city came to dance and revel in front of the palace. There was no one who had seen the princess who did not feel sorry for Prince Dawa, for there was nothing in her to compare her beauty with that of the young and handsome prince.
After seven days, the horse herder by the moon lake, ran to report: "Honorable Prince, please allow me to report a piece of good news, the blue waves of the moon lake, suddenly grew a golden lotus!" The prince was so amazed that he hurriedly followed the shepherd to the lake. Sure enough, he saw a lovely lotus flower, alone in the lake rocking, dewdrops rolling on the petals, as if flowing endless tears. The prince was so compassionate that he told the shepherd to pick it back and offer it to the Buddha.
The marvelous lotus, the lovely lotus, filled the whole palace with its fragrance, and its golden shimmering glory could be seen from afar. Many, many people rushed to see it and praised it endlessly. Only the black-hearted witch, knowing the origin of the lotus flower, touched the Buddha Hall in the middle of the night, rubbed it to pieces and scattered it in the back garden.
After another seven days, the old man who watched the flowers came running to report, "O noble prince, allow me to report an auspicious omen; a tall peach village has grown in the back garden, and the tree is full of sweet fruit." The prince was even more astonished, and went with his subjects to the back garden, where he saw a tall peach tree, full of many large fresh peaches, which opened their pink lips slightly, as if they had many, many things to say. The prince was silent, thinking about the strange things that had happened one after another. The witch said happily, "Prince, prince! Please give these fresh peaches to your subjects and people to savor, so that they may remember your merits!" Prince Dawa found her words reasonable and gave them to his subjects and people, who came from all directions, one for each, and ate them all in a moment.
In a little ravine opposite the king's city there lived a very, very old woman, who herded sheep for the king on the grassy slopes from morning till night, and when she arrived with her little son the peaches had long since been divided. She searched for a long time among the prickly tents in the grass before she found a very, very small peach. Mother and son treated it as a treasure and joyfully brought it back to the small stone house where they lived. A mother let her son eat, son let his mother taste, the two pushed and pushed, and finally put it into a sheepskin pocket. From then on, strange things happened in the little stone house. Every time the old amah and the little boy sheep back, found the house cleaned up properly, ghee tea played strong, mutton cooked fragrant. One day, the old ama let his son drive the sheep to the mountain, he hid in the stone wall outside peeping, only to see loaded peaches inside the sheepskin pockets, out of a beautiful girl in gold dress, in the room busy this and that. The old man ran in with a gust of wind, called out to the fairy, and knelt before her.
The girl hurriedly lifted the old man up and said; "Old Auntie, I am not a fairy, I am the familiar orange girl." Then, with tears of sadness, she told the old man how she had been set up by the witch. Old Auntie kept her in the little stone house, and the family lived in peace and harmony.
One day, the orange girl was washing her hair outside the door and was seen by the witch from afar. She cried out and pretended to faint. The court invited many famous doctors and took many good medicines, all of which had no effect at all, and she was about to die. One day, the prince went to the witch, the witch pretended to cry, holding the prince's hand, said: "Prince, there is a formula to save my life, I wonder if you are willing to do it?" The prince said, "What is it? Tell me!" The witch said, "In the valley opposite, there is an old woman who herds sheep, and his daughter is a demoness. Only by boiling her heart and liver into soup and drinking it will I be able to rise from the dead." Prince Dawa heard this, his heart is very bad taste, think the orange girl, not only the appearance is not beautiful, the heart is not kind. How can a kind and pure woman eat someone else's heart and liver?
In order not to make the consort suspicious, the prince sent out three warriors to fetch the heart and liver of the daughter of the old shepherd woman. Immediately afterward, he pulled out one of the fastest wind-chasing horses, and "Denaga" and "Denaga" soon overtook the three warriors, and came first to the shepherd's little stone house, when he heard a parrot squawking in a tree, "Girl! Girl! Girl! The heartless prince is coming! The heartless prince is coming!"
Prince Dawa was so annoyed that he hitched a golden arrow and tried to shoot the parrot. Suddenly, in the little stone house, a man came out and said, "Prince, please don't shoot the innocent bird, but kill the poor orange girl, the witch is thinking of eating my heart!" The prince looked back, and saw a pretty girl, standing before him, with a green jewel on her head, and a garment of gold thread, with a face as fresh as an orange petal, and a body as gentle as an orange tree. My God, who could this be if not the most beautiful tangerine girl in the world? But if this is the real Tangerine Girl, then what is that one in the king's palace?
The old goat-herder, Auntie, came and told the story of the murder of the orange girl. Prince Dawa seemed to wake up from a nightmare. He vowed to kill the vicious witch. It so happened that the witch, seeing that the matter was exposed, showed her vicious original form, opened her wolf-like mouth, and ran straight from the palace towards the place where the orange girl lived! The prince drew back his bow, and put on a golden arrow, "Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" One arrow after another sent the witch to hell.
Then, the snowy mountains rose seven-color rainbow, the grass bloomed gorgeous flowers, low simple stone house, suddenly became a magnificent palace, the palace walls full of jasper verdant orange trees, orange trees are full of onyx-like red fruits, gusts of wind, blowing from the valley, oranges touching oranges, issued a pleasant sound. The leaves gently spread, emitting a refreshing aroma.
Prince Dawa and the tangerine girl, after this suffering, have never been separated, love and affection, until the white hair of a thousand years.