I've never been to Tibet, but I'm looking forward to Tibet, the beginning of Tibet in my mind is just a geographic name, is Li Na's "Tibetan Plateau" violently impacted my heart, brought me into the mysterious and holy snowy plateau. This is a song that praises with life, a song that cries out with life, bringing the people to the plateau's infinite touch. The melodious melody, high and heavenly voice, as if a warm hand, Buddha went to the dust of people's hearts, so that the heart sublimated to the realm of pure as the snowy mountains. Tibet is no longer a geographical name, but a hot emotional world in my heart. I have dreamed of returning to Tibet countless times to meet the goddess of the snowy mountains under the beautiful Gesang flowers. Gesang flowers flashing with a holy soft halo, the lucky sprinkle to the earth, white hatha, wafting the fragrance of the snowy mountains, let a person intoxicated.
Today, I saw the real Gesang flower. Unexpectedly, this beautiful gerbera is open in this inconspicuous hillside, it is along the mountain Shan Shan forward to roam, in the cold wind in the fall brilliantly open. Now it's late fall, all the trees are depressed, the leaves of the trees buried in the bare roots of their own despondency, a large grassy slopes and a few touches of green in the sun struggling. Only gerbera flowers, beautiful gerbera flowers, like a village girl, quietly standing in the blue sky and white clouds, delicate but not charming, colorful but not vulgar, seemingly weak, but upright. Step on this trail full of Gesang flowers, heart, all of a sudden boiling up, is the kind of soul stirring boiling ---- far away, Gesang flowers like a piece of ribbon floating in the clouds, with Chang'e's body fragrance, style in the blue sky smile. Being in this delicate Gesang flowers, I seem to be wearing a Tibetan robe, wearing a headdress, holding a hatha, through the corridors of clouds, open the dust buried in the heart for many years, along with the Gesar's hooves gently stroked the Gesang flowers of the soul. In a trance, in the distance came the snowy mountain Ajia, draped in long hair, dancing a moving dance. Plateau Goddess Zhuo Ma Standing hazily in the clouds, both cheeks of the plateau red flashed with the holy light ---- My ears ringing Han Hong that euphemistic, flowing "Gesang Flower Blossom", Rongzhong Erjia that low, slightly sad "Plateau Red" as if I was the one who is carrying a more and more heavy bag, in the sunshine in Qinghai-Tibet to seek auspicious and happy ---- Cherishing the person in front of them, Gesang flower language ---- is to cherish the immediate everything, joyful and sorrowful.
I have not been to Tibet, I am destined not to go to Tibet in this life, it is the gerbera flowers in front of me, brought me to the God's secret and holy snowy plateau. Walking on the path of the eight-petaled Gesang flowers, I found the legendary happiness ---- Tibetan language, "Gesang" is the meaning of happiness. The Tibetans have a beautiful legend: no matter who, as long as you find the eight petals of the Gesang flower, you have found happiness. I found it. The Gesang flowers here are all eight-petaled.
When I was going down the mountain, I was greeted by a group of snow-white goats, and the two males were somehow topping each other with their thick horns, not giving in, mortal enemies. Hey, I think of myself as the Tibetan grandmother, lying on the ground, murmuring persuade the two fighting Tibetan mastiffs, until they make up until I "kind" to the two fighting goats, said: "Originally from the same root, each other too anxious." I don't know if I don't understand, or don't care to listen, the two goods don't pay any attention to me ---- I recite "Amitabha Buddha" piously, and use my only bit of Buddhist language to persuade them. Maybe it is my chattering and rambling annoyed it two, it two is not "mutual fried", together with me this is not the same root of the "good intentions" launched an attack ---- Finally, it is in the master of the whip I was able to escape ---- It seems that my heart of the great Buddhist The "holy land" is also not peaceful.