Opened the door the moment thing that strikes you sent a while the dim room light and harmony, his huge, holy, kind to sit in the house of the central, smiling down on all living creatures. As a result, all your sadness, sorrow, misery, tired and have forgotten all into this wisdom and understanding into the eyes; you just feel like a heart filled with joy, full of compassion - it is another degree of sense of space; That's the future look like Buddhist; it was a strong Pakistan Buddha Drepung in Lhasa.
This text is to go to Tibet for six years down the road where the notes. Over the years, never mind forgot the shock of the year. That Buddha statues, that Buddha statue Smart mind, as if a perfect symbol. Wherever they saw his image would be immediately drawn to distinguish, and, as always, Su-head.
The friend arranged where there is no program in Lhasa Drepung Monastery, the stay time in a hurry. Lhasa in July, ahead of the arrival of the rainy season seems to noon, after days, it began to rain. I resolutely decided to cancel Norbulingka, a taxi to the Drepung Monastery. A friend told me to give a reason, I said, "where there is a Buddha ... ... You will not regret it."
10 kilometers to the southwest of Lhasa, India and Tibet Avenue, a large cove on the right, far as can be scattered group saw as the village temple. I told the driver not to go straight ahead into the door of the Drepung Monastery - does not require any door in this village, "the gate" full due to tourism. We went a little east of Drepung was introduced in almost all the information on the tourist could not find the temple - Naiqiong.
At that time, just because immersed in big mountains towering sun, rock, Mani Dui, streamer along Natiao by pilgrims coming out of the Hill, walking around Drepung, they strayed into here. Worn-out parts, Yau turn left, right, up and down for a long time before we see a temple in a butter sculpture of young monks to concentrate on my arrival had alarmed him, and he smiled to me Han Han, and our conversation, they will be butter beginning. He's Chinese, is limited to "What's your name?" And "Where are you from?" He said in English, with his side stood a national unity Junior English Book III level. I asked him what it is, then I have a notebook that nicely on the name of "Nijiong". That are not used in the hurry, I sat Po pads, difficult and fun to talk with him the whole afternoon. Then he put on my visor and sunglasses, still dressed in scarlet cassock, I took a photo for him, he picked up the pen in my notebook seriously elegant as the sky with white clouds like Tibetan wrote his地址. I have to leave. He found a life-like with yak leather cut out solemnly gave me. The nimble hands of small lama! Gestures I said I want to sew this yak to wear T-shirts in my chest, we are good and some of their moving.
And then walking toward the original direction, and finally discovered that he has stood in the Drepung Monastery houses the central community, there is no Mai Menpiao. Sunset silhouette house has pulled a long shadow lines. The main temple have been closed. Po on the narrow two-story staircase, roof, there are two foreigners in a narrow door in front of them monks begged to see, I am curious to participate in ... ... As a result, the door opened at the moment, given the dim room burst peaceful light, frighten us all.
His smile, always smile.
He was watching, affectionately watching.
All happened before. Everything can not escape his eyes. All he understood. And he was innocent as a child, calmly aloof to sit there.
Or take the original path.
Once again to visit Nijiong, this time to see a new look of the temple, but also knew that his Chinese translation of: Naiqiong. However, the little monks in the past six years, we have no longer know each other. Temple began tickets, using the Tibetan language, English words: charge 10 yuan for each foreigner. I doubt my position is very simply to the lama: You are not the Tibetans of course Mai Menpiao. I did not go.
Once again, a beautiful walk on that rugged mountain path, not a long way I was due to altitude sickness stop-go, slow pace. On the road sometimes sunny, sometimes spill over the rain. There Tibetans freely lying rest, or sitting drinking yak butter tea, Mani Dui increased year after year, Zuozuo connected to the sacred wall into the wall, that is, Di died and heaven and earth God of boundaries and the intersection points, to accompany my journey of fluttering Korea scenery.
Very easily, we find that he has stood in the Drepung Monastery houses the central community, there is no Mai Menpiao. Stone houses, as that year, the flowers outside the window, as that year, the weeds hospital as the year. Here, the strong up to 7700 when the monks of the temple, in this afternoon quiet was people Xin Chan. Time, in the Drepung Monastery where walking very slowly. Ups and downs of six years, one piece one after another in my memory of the past, where no mention in the Drepung Monastery.
Is has been a five-point later, I can not quite remember how to Douzhuan to find one that the future of Buddha statue, this time, a monk silently appeared. He did not ask anything, waved to me, pointed at the top, "Jampa Buddha, Jampa Buddha." Seems to know that I was coming pilgrimage. I followed the way he meant to go up and asked, "Can you take us to?" He hesitated about, agreed.
Sure enough, the narrow doors have also closed. But no lock, I opened the central him, he did not dare, took a big effort called the steward who personally came to the door, my friend said, "Yes, yes, I remember, is that, that kind of light ... ... "the door opened, and a friend walked over, he knew they were going to see what is still not stop soon as Di Tan.
I walked past him, did not know that should not be prayed. My heart and want nothing, but it seems to be a heart filled with something to say to talk. His eyes, blue like the sea, and some can be incorporated into all of my thoughts. Radiant with, is his broad, calm, stalwart, love, and understanding. I stay there.
This is the Jampa Foji eight statues of Buddha.
Author: illa
