As dusk falls, the city of Lhasa reveals its most authentic appearance. This majestic city seems to truly come to life only in this night.
In the old city, on the turning road of Balang Street, the two-story building painted with yellow paint, the pub named Magi Ami, is a feast of youth.
The girl ordered a pot of the strongest wine on the plateau and watched the lovers pursue the girl he loved.
"Beautiful girl, can you tell me your name?"
The girl saw a young man with delicate features, red lips and white teeth.
It is said that men in the grassland are wolves and men in the plateau are eagles. The person in front of him is handsome, with a kind of natural indifference and solemnity.
No girl can resist the affection of this handsome young man. Gao Yuan's red cheeks want to hide the girl's shyness for her, but her crimson ears betray her.
"My name is Dawa Dolma." The girl whispered back.
"Is the girl from Qiongjie?" the young man asked with a smile.
"How do you know?"
"Everyone in Qiongjie is kind-hearted, just like a girl."
The girl was stunned and bowed her head in shyness.
The young man stopped talking and kept his head down while drinking.
The girl's hands tightly squeezed the corners of her clothes, as if she had made a lot of determination, and she raised her head: "What's your name..." As she said this, her face suddenly turned red.
"My name is..." The young man frowned slightly and hesitated for a while, wondering about something.
"Dang Sang Wang Bo", the young man replied, looking at the beautiful girl Qiongjie with a smile.
"Do you often come here, girl?"
After a long time, the boy spoke again.
"Well, the lover here will write poems and sing for the girl he loves."
"Does the girl also have a lover?" The boy pursed his lips and looked at the girl.
"I, I didn't." The girl's face turned red.
The corners of the young man's mouth curved up quietly.
"Then can I see the girl again tomorrow?"
The girl was slightly startled and nodded slightly.
The boy ordered the same strong drink as the girl, and chatted with Qiongjie until dawn.
Lhasa at night is still flamboyant in the wind and snow on the plateau.
It’s just that there have been many beautiful rumors in the pubs on Balang Street recently.
The handsome young man wrote a love poem and sang for his beloved girl Qiongjie.
Those poems have fascinated countless beautiful girls. They are the most beautiful love words they have ever heard.
Miss Qiongjie still meets the boy at night.
She became closer to the boy.
The boy would write beautiful love poems for her and call her name tenderly at night.
Tell her his story.
She knew that he once had a happy time of singing and dancing and singing loudly.
She knew that he once owned an entire grassland. When he played the moron fiddle, the horses would surround him and the sheep would follow him.
"Dolma, I once fell in love with a girl."
The young man hugged her in the cold night and confided to her.
"Then... why are you not with her."
The girl's heart trembled.
The young man said nothing, but kissed her deeply, intertwining their fingers, and had a good night's sleep.
It was getting dark, and the girl woke up from her sleep.
On the bed beside him, there was only the residual warmth of the boy.
She didn’t know why the boy would quietly leave when it was getting light, or even where he came from.
But she clearly knew that she fell in love with this affectionate and melancholy boy.
It’s night.
The wind and snow are particularly heavy tonight. It was covered with a flourish, swallowing the footprints of pedestrians coming and going.
The girl’s long black hair was covered with snow, which fell cold and soft on her red face.
She was happy in her heart. She imagined seeing her lover with his hair covered with snow.
Our love will last forever, and we will grow old together.
How romantic!
Even if it’s freezing outside, Maggie Ami’s fiery scenery remains unabated.
"Girl, here you go to meet your lover again."
The proprietress of the tavern teased the girl with a smile.
The girl's face turned red, she smiled and nodded shyly.
The young man arrived as promised, and his body was wet.
But the girl did not see the boy's white hair as she wished, but as long as he came, she would be happy.
On this beautiful winter night, with light snowflakes flying, the young man drank a lot of wine and wanted to get drunk before resting.
After getting drunk, the boy and the girl spent the night together, and the crystal snowflakes were a gift from God.
It was getting brighter and the girl woke up amidst the noise.
The heavy snow outside the window stopped at some point, the people around me seemed to have disappeared, and the lingering warmth disappeared.
The girl walked to Balang Street. The street was not as lively as before.
"Why is it so cold today?"
"Everyone has gone to see the Living Buddha in the Potala Palace."
A Lang, who sells goods on the street, also I closed the shop and hurried over.
The boy's love poem was sung all day long.
Something big seems to have happened in the city of Lhasa. Otherwise, these pilgrims who prostrate themselves on the mountain road to see the Buddha would not have such great excitement in their hearts.
On this day, the girl arrived at Maggie Ami a little early.
"Oh, girl, I didn't know you were so lucky!"
As soon as he arrived, the landlady immediately came to greet him.
"What?" the girl was confused.
"People on the street say that your lover is Tsangyang Gyatso, the living Buddha of the Potala Palace."
The girl's heart skipped a beat, dark and dark He lowered his head and said nothing.
"Has the girl already known that he is a living Buddha?"
"I..."
The girl hesitated.
She had known that he was not a mortal.
"How do you know he is Tsangyang Gyatso?" the girl asked.
"Thanks to the holy snow yesterday!" The landlady looked pious and bowed her head in the direction of the Potala Palace.
"Snow?"
"The snow stopped in the middle of the night, and thick snow buried the road up the mountain. Two lines of deep footprints were left on the snow, and we arrived at the holy Buddhist temple. . ”
The proprietress clasped her hands on her chest, pious and in awe.
For a time, the secret of Living Buddha Tsangyang Gyatso was revealed to the world.
The flawless white snow is his evidence.
But the devout believers in Lhasa will never blame the Buddha for his romanticism.
They embraced him even more.
They saw that the living Buddha was just like them, with love and hate, and love for romance.
It turns out that mortal bodies can sometimes rival gods and Buddhas.
They went up the mountain to kowtow, expressing their gratitude to the Buddha for seeing the suffering and happiness of all living beings and rejoicing with the people.
But obviously the Buddha has no right to indulge. When the young living Buddha bowed his head in the holy hall and confessed his sins to the Buddha.
The mountains and rivers are safe, and all sentient beings are safe, but he is the only one who is lost between the secular world and the Buddha.
The girl who has lived in this snowy land for more than ten years now understands that sometimes, even the purest snow is sinful.
When fate takes a different turn, neither humans nor Buddhas can escape.
"I haven't seen Dolma for a long time. Where is she?"
After that night, Maggie Ami no longer saw the enviable lovers.
But this beautiful encounter between mortals and gods and Buddhas is still popular in Lhasa.
"I want to see her, this is the last time."
The young man knelt at the knees of the fifth Panchen Lama and kowtowed deeply.
With the consent of Sangjie Gyatso, the young man took off his monk's robe, put on the gorgeous clothes that he had not worn for a long time, and put on a long wig.
He was still so handsome in the mirror, just like he had attracted the girl he loved that night as he wished.
He ran frantically to the tavern on Balang Street. The young man saw a group of reveling young people singing a love song he wrote.
Although they were immersed in the carnival, many people still noticed the arrival of the prodigal son, Dang Sang Wangbo. Even if they already know his true identity, no one will worship him, because here, he is just like them, a prodigal son, nothing more.
The young man was looking for the figure that belonged to her in the crowd.
They said that shortly after he left, Dolma's father found a husband for her and they got married a few days later.
The last flower in the young man's heart has withered. Everything seems like yesterday, except that the most beautiful girl Qiongjie is gone.
You have already thought that this would be the case, right?
Sangjie Gyatso will not allow anyone who disturbs the sanity of the Living Buddha to stay here.
Later, Sangjie Gyatso planned a thrilling plot, but ended in failure.
Under the banner of "Qingjun side", the Lhasang Han sent out a large-scale army to attack Sangye Gyatso. That night, this holy land was stained with blood.
After Sangjie Gyatso, there was this handsome young man.
The Lhasang Han took the Living Buddha Tsangyang Gyatso to the Central Plains with the help of the Qing Emperor.
Since then, there has been no news from this young living Buddha.
That is the eternal blue sky, that is the snow-covered grassland that lasts for thousands of years, that is the standing Potala Palace, that is the Namtso Lake filled with stars. Everything in the snowy area is just vicissitudes of life in the year-round wind and frost, but they are not willing to change their appearance.
If the frost and snow in the snowy land are willing to fulfill my lifelong long-cherished wish.
Here I should sit alone on the top of Mount Xumi, like you, looking away at the floating clouds thousands of miles away. The strong wind has painted my appearance at this time, which is haggard and old.
At that time, I began to feel lucky that you did not see me as I am now, and that Dawa Dolma has always been that beautiful girl in your heart.
You may have heard many rumors on the street that the girl was married and that she was murdered innocently.
But no matter what the rumors are, I only know that I have used my life to walk the path you have walked, and to guard the sentient beings who support you for you.
I want to say it to others without any scruples.
I am moved by a man named Tsangyang Gyatso every night.
The prayer flags were blown down by the strong wind, but people who kowtowed devoutly on the prayer path were still praying to the Buddha.
The Three Thousand Sutras were involved in the dream, and I saw you holding the rosary in your hand, rushing to the Bodhi Dojo on the long stone steps.
At that time, you asked for the perfect law, and you stood in front of the Buddha, smiling as you watched me walk towards you.
"Hello, my name is Tsangyang Gyatso."
You will never run away again.