The car in the bumps slowly forward, winding road on both sides of the jagged rocks. The wind fluttering blue khata like a river, silent and powerful flow, I will be in this will gather the power of faith in the river slowly to Guangzong Monastery line. Monument on the three red letters "Guangzong Temple" clear, I stood under the monument for a long time staring, which is enshrined CangYangJiaZuo relics of the Buddha's cold place.
Along the way I bowed piously, although the bowing rituals are not in Tibetan Buddhism, but every place I expressed the sacred respect. The first time I saw the movie, I was in the middle of the movie, I was in the middle of the movie, I was in the middle of the movie, I was in the middle of the movie, I was in the middle of the movie. I know how hard it is to bow in reverence to this sacred and supreme blessing, and how hard it is for my heart to beat in this moment. Venerable living Buddha almost disappeared from the snowy plateau, lost from the vision of the believers. Cangyangjiazuo for this how much effort, in exchange for the bowing and praying here today.
Bow in the cold hall, strong sunlight through the doorway straight to my eyes. I tried desperately to open my eyes, a moment of light took me to the hamlet 24 years old. It was as if it was a brilliant stage, just a political stage, with no corner to accommodate the human world. Thoughts drifted from the Buddha's bed to the door, slowly reaching out to the end of the clouds. Under the setting sun's afterglow, Cang Yangjiazuo stood in front of the window, the sunset's smoky haze is really beautiful, quietly floating on the water, the wind shakes the empty and silent heart, the geese honked looking for a warm nest to land on. All of this is a reminder that the day at the Potala Palace is finally over, and he, the life on earth has just begun. The poor hammy's young heart was firmly confined in the deep courtyard, high walls of the Potala Palace, the Palace's indifference and silence strangled his young heart, but also froze his dreams. He devoured the lonely melancholy and sadness alone, until his heart slowly withered and faded. Although he had the name of ___ Lama, he had no right to show his talent. Life confinement, political at the mercy of others, the heart is extremely depressed and painful.
The sound of chanting by the lamas in the main hall immediately drew me out of the memories of history. My legs were numb from kneeling, and I could not even feel them. I looked up to see the statue of Cangyangjiazuo Buddha again. I saw a man clad in red monk's robes, holding a rosary in his hand, chanting sutras over and over again. Only I couldn't tell if it was early morning chanting or nighttime murmuring. Tears were welling up in my eyes, perhaps the broken thoughts in my memories moisturized my parched thoughts. I have been looking forward to so long in Ningxia, and even wrote "I want to be your bride", looking forward to the moment of meeting, this moment I will dust all the moments of meeting into an eternal scroll.
With a heavy heart from the great hall out, I can no longer restrain the inner waves of emotion. I hid in a corner of no one, tears drop by drop to tell the sad past. I like the text originated from the hamlet, this life is the most beautiful edge, is in the fireworks in the red dust of a sum of light. And the most beautiful hijacking, is in the line of poetry interpretation of the Cangyangjiazuo! How much I want to become his hands of paper and ink, fall a mark in the red dust, lyric life love song. It is the words, ripples of the past life and present life attachment.
Snow, melting from the eaves scattered large rain drops, blue sky, white clouds, red monk robe. As far as the eye can see, the temple is situated in the eight lotus flowers, which is a large piece of pure color highlights the mysterious religious atmosphere. At this moment, I realized that Cangyang Jatso is the Bodhisattva of universal love, incarnated in love, universal love of love said, the degree of thousands of love people, the merits and virtues are immeasurable.
Kurang Gyaltsen passed away Chengqing Temple, is one of the eight temples in Alxa. In Chengqing Temple I met a highly respected lama, his mouth twitching excitedly shed tears and said in non-standard Chinese: "Previously, Duding Ge Ge is our own, and now it is the world; he belongs to the whole world, I did not expect that there are so many people come to study him." ("Ded Ding Ge Ge Ge", is the people of Alashan to Cangyang Gyaltsen's honorific, meaning the most noble Buddha). The moment I saw the lama shedding tears, I could no longer control the dam of tears.
The snowy mountains cover the might of the earth, but who will bury my tears? Why always wandering in the dream, why always in the dream chanting the rosary? The life of three hundred years ago was dreamy and light, and the light of day was swept away by a heavy snowfall.
For Kuramochi, from the moment of sitting on the bed, the endless course of troubles began. As if this is a prison, in which cold and hot, bitter and sweet, intricate and complex. Perhaps this is life. In his poems there is defiance, there is longing, there is sprinting, there is bewilderment, there is eagerness to yearn for freedom and light, and there is eagerness to break free from the chains. He is a high monk and a love monk, who gives infinite longing and reverie to love and pursues the freedom of the mind and the true meaning of love, but is y bound by religion. He could not experience the burning heat of love and the sweetness of love. Politically, Kuramochi was a puppet, imprisoned puppet. No one could listen to the sighs of his soul, and he could only stand in front of the window and look up at the sky. He longed for the world outside the city walls, the sky outside the deep palace, and yearned for a real life, and he looked at it all in solitude and loneliness, but he was only 24 years old.
Kuramanjatso spent his life promoting Buddhism, fleeing from Tibet to Qinghai and then to Alashan, a long and tortuous journey, every place will make a pilgrimage to the statue of Buddha, stupa, and experienced a thousand sufferings in the world. He regarded the supreme Tibetan throne as dirt and embarked on the path of universality, chanting sutras for the people to relieve their worries. When some children cried, he recited sutras and prayed for blessings; when some people were sick, he recited sutras and prayed for blessings; when some people passed away, he recited sutras and prayed for blessings. He played a driving role in the promotion and introduction of Buddhism throughout his life. From Cangyang Jiatso's poem can be seen, his Buddhist cultivation is profound, he respected Buddhism, the emergence of Maggie Amie is just that political cruelty in the struggle of the Buddha's confusion.
People say, he is Buddha.
He is the Buddha, deep in the precarious escape, or thinking of returning to the Potala Palace to save the souls of all beings.
Kuramanjatso is a mortal or not, the Bodhisattva also, in the world of Buddhism for us to open a window, in the promotion of literature has played a leading role.
Public number: Tianfu Prose