The Thoughts of the Warp Streamers
Lyrics: Guru Gogh Composer: Guru Gogh
Performed by Rengizer
The morning sun is still on the snow-covered mountains
The Kesang flowers are blooming again, but where are you
Who sings the song in the temple, but you are looking at it without saying a word
In the nighttime dream, but you are looking at me
Soya, my heart is floating in the sky
I envy the eagle that can fly over the mountains and the rivers.
Soya, my heart is floating in the sky
I envy the eagle that can fly over the mountains
Soya, I'm going to the wilderness
I'm telling the streamers that I miss you
I'm still thinking of you
The Kesang flower is blooming again, but where are you
I'm thinking of you, my heart sings, but the winds are sad
I'm dreaming of you in the night, but I'm calling you in the faraway land
I'm thinking of you, but you are not in the sky
I'm not in the sky, I'm thinking of you.
Soya La, my heart is floating in the sky
I envy the eagle that can fly over the mountains
Soya La, I'm going to the wilderness
I'm telling the streamers that I miss you
Soya La, my heart is floating in the sky
I envy the eagle that can fly over the mountains
Soya La, I'm going to the wilderness
I'm telling the streamers that I miss you
I'm telling the streamers that I miss you
I'm telling the streamers that I miss you
I'm telling the streamers that I miss you
I'm telling the streamers that I miss you
Thoughts of the streamersLyrics: Guru Gogh Composer: Guru Gogh
Performed by: Zhe Zhe Zhe
The sunlight of the morning is still on the snowy mountains
The Kelsang flowers are blooming again, but where are you
Who is singing about the sorrows in the sanctuary without words
The backs of your backs in the nighttime dreams, but you look on. But you are looking at me
Soya La, my heart is floating in the sky
Envious of eagles flying over the mountains
Soya La, I'm going to the wilderness
I'm telling the streamers that I miss you
My love is far away, and it's still in my heart
The kesang flowers bloomed, but you're still here
The winds are sad even as my heart sings of you
In the night's dream, my love is far away. My love is far away
Soyala, my heart floats in the sky
Envious of eagles flying over the mountains
Soyala, I'm going to the wilderness
I'm telling the streamers of your thoughts
Soyala, my heart floats in the sky
Envious of eagles flying over the mountains
Soyala, I'm going to the wilderness
I'm telling the streamers of your thoughts
I'm going to the wilderness
And I'm going to tell the streamers about you
And I'm going to tell the streamers about you
3.You are the paradise of my dreams
The Potala Palace stands in an
unchanged position for thousands of years
in the ancient sunset
The dappled red walls of the stone walls
record the stories of the Tibetan people
of the vicissitudes of life
those of the long-lasting promises
those of the swords, the drums and horns
of the battle between the two.
Legends of beauties who came out of the plugs
Annihilated in the years
Heroes in the back of history
Laughing and laughing
Pilgrims come to the city on three knees and nine kowtows
For the sake of their pious beliefs
Lama's chanting
Echoes in the solemnity of the solemnity of the solemnity of the solemnity of the solemnity of the solemnity of the solemnity
The scripture wheel rotates and the heavy wishes are expressed.
All the things I've been doing in the past.
Let sin and filth go to the funeral pyre
See the eagles in a proud posture
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4. Poems about TibetTibetan Lyric Poem
Originally written by Qiu Yang. Trungpa Rinpoche
Translation/Fu Zhengming
Like a hound, my friend
You are always hungry, thirsty for me.
It's a beautiful day:
Fading into the distant jungle.
I didn't offer you tea yesterday,
Please don't be offended today;
Tomorrow, if the weather is good,
let's have a fight.
This is my horse, the black stallion;
You ride him across the plains, light as a bird's shadow;
You ride him over the mountains, shining like a spark;
You ride him across the rivers, nimble as a fish;
You ride him up to the sky, floating like a white cloud.
Put a golden saddle on it, and it will be like a king on the battlefield.
This is a magnificent horse -
I dedicate it to you out of joy and respect.
Tibetan Poetry
Potala, the paradise of the Buddha, the palace of the Goddess of Mercy
From the south to the north, from the west to the east
On this earthly plane stands the Potala Palace
Upon the golden dome of the Potala Palace rises the golden sun
It is not the golden sun, it is the honored face of the Lama
In the hillside of the Potala Palace
It was not the golden shawm, it was the lama's mantra
At the foot of the Potala Palace, the colorful khata floated up
It was not the colorful khata, it was the lama's vestments
Dreaming of Tibet
Perhaps I had been to Tibet earlier, a place that had always been dear to my heart and soul.
Perhaps earlier, I had been to Tibet, the place that has always been soothing to my soul.
Tibet, my holy place. Lhasa, my Potala where I can prostrate myself and worship with devotion.
I don't know when I started, I have a deeper and heavier load and a thicker and denser attachment to Tibet. In my impression, Tibet belongs to the distant, belongs to the eagle strikes the sky, the wind travels ten thousand miles of vastness, belongs to the trekker's paradise. I have spent a long time to find about Tibet, about Lhasa's bits and pieces, and even envisioned in the temple of the gods and the plateau of the wind beside the snow lotus kneeling in their own life and the next life.
So in many times, many times in the scene, I always feel, Tibet is not far from me, sometimes even stretch out the palm of your hand can touch a different kind of breathing, and this breathing and from the plateau, from the plateau above the kind of emptiness, from the blowing streamers fluttering strong wind and nourishing the plateau people of the fierce sunshine. Therefore, I began to countless times to Tibet, to Lhasa, to a person in this life must rush to the paradise.
I am soberly aware that, in fact, until now I am still lying in my own paradise playing out all sorts of imaginings about Tibet, about Lhasa. Have I ever been to Tibet? Have I ever been to Lhasa? In what context will my journey to Tibet, or my pilgrimage, begin?
I know, I will certainly choose to prostrate posture all the way forward, let the spine carry all the repentance, let the hands hold on to the remaining hope. I will kiss the soil along the way, listen to the pilgrimage songs, enjoy the pure silence of the grassland, touched by the splendor of the temple. Indeed, to travel to Tibet, to Lhasa, is to travel to the other shore, or to the door of initiation. Beginning with the law, refined in the fixed wisdom, proved in the source of the heart, wonderful in the realization, the self is Buddha.
When I know these truths, I am much less likely to change my posture on the way. During the day, the sun will guide me, and at night, the ghee lamp will illuminate me. The holy water of Namucuo, the yak running on the grassland, the blue sky that you can kiss with your head up, and the ethereal spirit that you can hold in your hand. These will surely spread in my lasting unchanged posture, and become the proof that I have been to Tibet, to Lhasa, to all the gods to lead me forward.
Perhaps I have been to Tibet at a very early age, perhaps I have been to Tibet when I first yearned for a place. Back to Tibet, from where it all begins again. Back to Lhasa, where the road never ends.
5. Poem about Potala PalacePotala Palace
The mythical snowy plateau of the past
As pure as it was tens of thousands of years ago
The vast grasslands
The vast Gobi, and
The emerald waters of the lake
Immaculate Tibet
You're the paradise of my dreams
?
The Potala Palace stands in the ancient sunset in a posture that has remained unchanged for thousands of years
The dappled red walls of the stone walls
Record the stories of the Tibetan people
The endless stories of the vicissitudes of life
Those long-lasting promises
Those sword-fighting drums
The legend of the beautiful people who came out of Tibet
The story of the "Potala Palace" is a story of the Tibetan people, and it's not just about the Potala.
Legends of the beauties who came out of the fortresses
Annihilated in the years
Heroes in the back of history
Laughing in the wind
?
Pilgrims come three times to kneel and nine times to kowtow
For the sake of devotion
Lama's chanting
Echoes in the solemnity
The meridian wheel rotates with a heavy wish
The streamers flutter in the wind
The scent of ghee tea, tsampa and barley wine
The skulls of yaks are a totem, a symbol of the world's past. The skull of a yak is a totem
signaling some kind of mystical power
?
Potala Palace, you are
The temple of my soul
Thoughts, converted here
Let sin and filth go to the heavenly funeral pyre
See the eagles in a proud posture
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6. Poems about the Potala Palace1, "Cangyang Jiatso Poetry" Author: Cangyang Jiatso Dynasty: Qing White Palace red hall Zhan blue sky, Gaixie Plateau gas thousands.
Dr. Fa gradually spread far away from the three worlds, the sound of near around the Buddha Hall.
"Potala" is the Sanskrit translation of the Goddess of Mercy's resort of Putra, that is, the meaning of the Buddhist shrine. Red Palace in the center, the White Palace cross-listed east and west wings, the temple Sagar, rich and brilliant, on the towering blue sky, magnificent, mesmerizing.
Potala Palace is a masterpiece of Tibetan ancient architectural art, but also China's famous Palace Fortress complex, was listed as a World Heritage Site. 2, "Potala Palace" Modern Poetry Author: Xuan Dynasty: Modern Red Mountain above you peacefully settled in the fog in the incense, such as totems of large pieces of colorful clouds such as fluttering streamers pulling the direction of the heart of the chanting of rhymes such as the music of the sky knocking on the dusty door I know that I can not be enlightened! I still can't understand the true meaning of Potala I still can't penetrate the mystery of Potala I am still on the road of trekking prostrate praying to turn to the mountains to find the power of refining the heart to turn to the lake to see the lotus sitting in the middle of the water to turn to the stupa to return to the original village to look forward to a certain day and a certain moment of that bunch of rainbows illuminated my nirvana 3, "Ask the Buddha" by: Cangyang Jiatso Dynasty: Qing live in the Potala Palace, I'm the biggest king in the snowy region.
Wandering in the streets of Lhasa, I am the most beautiful lover in the world. Inscription: At that time, the Cangyang Jatso was already the age of love, do not like the scribes and regents require him to study Buddhism every day, so he took the name of Dangsang Wangpo, often to go to the Potala Palace under the snow village and Lhasa city Barkhor Street to play.
This is the Chinese translation, the Tibetan direct translation of the words should be: living in the Potala Palace, I am holding the Ming Cangyang Gyaltsen. I live in Lhasa under the mountain, I am the prodigal son of Dangsang Wangpo.
Expanded Information:
Nearly 10,000 halls and premises, including palaces, Buddhist temples, stupas, scripture halls, monasteries, platforms and courtyards. The Potala Palace is situated on the top of the Red Mountain in Lhasa, Tibet, in a palace-fortress style building.
Originally built by the King of Tibet to marry Princess Wencheng, it was rebuilt in the 17th century as the eastern palace residence for generations of Dalai Lamas.
Potala Palace high above, more than ten layers of buildings stacked on top of each other, winding up to the top of the mountain. The eastern part is called the White House, where the Dalai Lama lives.
The center is called the Red Palace, is the Buddha's temple and the successive Dalai Lama stupa hall. The white monastic room in the west is for the Dalai Lama's service of the close lamas to live.
The highest hall of the Potala Palace is called Sasongrangje, meaning the world of victory, the palace for the Qianlong Emperor's portrait. Sasong Rangje's west, there is a hall called its beauty Gandan, is the sixth Dalai Cangyang Gyaltsen's sutra hall.
7. Verses about the Naiho Bridge1. Waiting by the Naiho Bridge
By Ma Biao Modern
By the Naiho Bridge,
Alone,
Just because of waiting for the promise once,
By the river of forgetfulness,
Raising a cup and sighing long,
Just because of hard to let go of the marriage in the past.
You were once a water lily in front of the Buddha,
unintentionally landed in the mortal world,
I was once a piece of red dust,
never thought of encountering in the spring after the snow.
The prosperity of the world,
Entangled in the world,
Only to renew the love affair of the past life,
By the stone of the three lifetimes,
The oath of the blood book,
Just for the sake of having the love of the twilight spring.
You used to be the snow lotus on the plateau,
not want to drown in gossip,
I used to be the street of the hamlet of the teenagers,
and now the game in the drunkenness of the joint.
By the bridge of Nai Nai,
I was alone,
Meng Po Tang can't forget the past lingering,
By the river of forgetfulness,
Hot tears,
Forgetfulness of the water can't wash clean today's thoughts.
2, Naihe Bridge random thoughts
Author: Spring Seed Autumn Harvest Modern
Naihe Bridge random thoughts
Naihe Bridge is not a fairy mountain Qiongyao,
the real face of no one knows.
A thousand turns can not be glimpsed,
Unseen smoke clouds in the heart dazzling.
The time is running fast,
The sea is so small.
A moment of time is a lot of things,
The life of a person is short,
Why do you need to worry about yourself?
The dark clouds in the sky are swaying with the wind,
and the rivers below the ground are rolling in waves.
There are no young or old on the road to the Yellow Springs,
and the ghosts and the humans can't help but love each other.
Life will end someday,
and no one can escape the iron law.
A sleep in the light of day never woke up,
the less regret to take away, the better.
Asked you a few times twilight,
blossom and fall of mediocrity.
Leaving you behind on the road to reincarnation,
The Infernal Path connects to the Naiho Bridge.
The Naiho Bridge is a bridge of emptiness,
and who knows what it looks like?
Legendary stories from ancient times to the present day,
There is an endless song in the earthly world!
3. The Bridge of Naihe
By: Lack of Wood in Fate Modern Times
The Bridge of Naihe
It's not a bridge either
Seven inches wide
Ten thousand miles high
The wind is blowing and it's shaking
The wind is blowing and it's swinging
The way of Mengnuo
It's far away from here and there and it's a long way to go
Drink it!
I have no feelings and no justice
My soul is out of its shell
The ghosts know when I hesitate
Life and death
Advancement and retreat
Empty is the wind
Empty is the wind
Empty is the wind
In Hades
Eighteen things
The wind blows away the torment in my heart
Tonight
The wind blows away the torment in my heart
In Hades
I have to drink it, but I don't want to.
By the side of the Han River
Drunken alone, I will not return to laugh at the sky
4. Bridge to Naihe
By: galloped under the three mountains in the modern era
Dying of old age
On the endless street
Waiting for another round of bright moon
God to return to his hometown
For whom did he sell his life in his life
For whom did he suffer from the disease?
Silence
Alone in the loneliness of a hundred years
Like reincarnation
As if in the realm of birth
Who sighed
Pacing on the Bridge of Naihe
This life has not been completed
5. The Bridge of Naihe
By: Sound of Birds Flying Contemporary
At the time of the curtain falling there are always There is some haze
In the darkness, ghosts cry out in all directions
Flying through the wind
Just enough to carve into stars and lightning
While the night grows thicker
I dress up the moon in a flamboyant style
Singing of loneliness, soul breaking dreams
After tomorrow morning, there will be another tomorrow morning
Luster of the glittering lapis lazuli
Waiting for me, a drink for the rest of my life
Passing through the mountains, every leaf
is smiling, just waiting for the fools to wake up
The scenery of this bridge
was just a bird track in the air
and every time I fly
will eventually disappear deep inside.