I do not know, but perception:
If the Tibetan temple, is a heavy general history, then Sang Ye is a wonderful legend.
If we say that the temple in Tibet, is a majestic Beethoven, then Sang Ye is a romantic Chopin.
If the temples of Tibet, is a Gaoshanyangzhi sage, then Sang Ye is a charming fairy holy.
In other words,
If the Tibetan temple, is to look at do not know can not tell, then Sang Ye, and no one can touch your heart.
Impression of Sangye the same as the romantic fairy tale.
Let's see how it was born - superb:
"The King tshe after the mandate of the lonely nursing history to build a temple Samye Monastery in Tibet, but the process was repeated to construct a temple built repeated collapse, because here is Yao Qi Sheng, Gui Mo rampage. Want to come lonely nursing masters are pedantic about heavier, had plenty of the kind of learning and ability, "intellectuals," as if these Xiemowaidao is "Gentle met a soldier," little strokes none. looking at temples are not always built up, the wise king that tshe Jia, hastily put versed in esoteric spells good fell monsters, demon-volt hired help of Padmasambhava was estimated to be doctor when critically ill, the king on when the master is a judo black belt master to make a. but also a master-side is the powerful, and the demon heretics were Feishazoudan meal broke out, during which the air naturally inevitable that in the four runoff go (and otherwise Sangye Hill and Shannan area now how much will be left "battle sites"), the street where the bully had to play really played with martial arts too upright, not to mention, or a "foreign assistance", and finally pressure is not evil, demons who have been violent bian meal, playing the badly battered to pieces, finally some are being displaced and lacking fled to the remote mountains of eastern Tibet; some "Array before the uprising "was adapted into a master of amnesty," government forces "- became a Buddhist defending God, This is indeed the letting go butcher's knife (also) become a Buddha Site, such as the famous magic of Most Excellent, violent god of white Hal King ago Bon is the only God. "
Let's hear it's name - fantastic:
"In order to meet the king anxious to see what the temple built after the scene of an urgent heart, master Padmasambhava and then show the group, changes in their palms out of the temple's Mirage, which allow not seen" high tech "King tshe exclaimed loudly: "Sang Ye! ""
Sang Ye - unexpected!
And the letter of its power - broad boundless:
"In the Holy Land, India and Tibet, Xue Xiang, the most compassionate heart and a maximum of blessing is the master Padmasambhava. He has all the Buddhas of compassion and wisdom. He has a virtue that is, no one to pray for him, and he will be able to immediately give blessing . and that they pray to him what he have the ability to satisfy our desire on the moment. "
But let me ask its fundamental - Buddha says:
"I joined eight years after eradication, the East India Sea will be born saint Padmasambhava. He is to my liking, Amitabha's body, Goddess of all the three words of ... ..."
"Hin-Chung Village called Sakya Muni, Tantric master Padmasambhava called Lane"
Crass logic, will only further confuse the mind. Not understand the logic of the Buddha.
However, the desire for even a little more wisdom, mind, has always been obsessed with those beautiful words.
Buddha said:
"Those who do not enter into that intellectual domain, how should I can not silence do?"
Therefore, no one reached that Noosphere, or heartily Well.
(A) this side of the shore before going Sangye were required to cross the river by boat.
Today, Jiang shelves from the bridge. Sang Ye himself with the car. That big dragon, painted bright bright bright yellow, hanging down from the rearview mirror as the two elf. Very much like the color and style, let me think of a big toy, a beautiful baby fat.
This is later known. At that time, living in Zetang bus stop inside the room, not aware of it. Only know that there is a bus bound for a day 9:00 Sang Ye. Just downstairs.
The next morning.
8:50, down the stairs.
The premonition has been confirmed as the.
Cars, has already run away. The boss said that all of the bus every day will be delayed. Today, however, unconservative. Filled with people, they drove off. No one thought of the blackboard read, "9 o'clock start." This "9:00" bound by what seems strange here. Only I am used to buy a ticket after the first car on the train arrive on time and people, can there be "9:00" concept.
Up very early. Pick up very early in Tingdang. Had a long history of a hunch.
From the night, there is a kind of premonition. Car on downstairs, but tomorrow's me, whether in Sang Ye? There is a unsettling, fails to account for, but they are there.
Completely avoidable. As long as I do not sit in the room a daze, but at least five minutes to walk downstairs.
Tells himself that his mind. That hunch implemented, also do not mention the heart-a.
Reminded of a story:
That master of the table facing the glass, stare for an afternoon: how's going on? Its BU's Gua, today must be broken ah. But why not scrap it? For what reasons would scrap it? So, hey placed on the table!
How's going on? How's going on?
He was staring at it. Puzzled.
His wife came "Look! Look! See! What are good-looking! Read in an afternoon! Opposite a cup! I will let you see! I will let you look!"
1 Taishou, sweeping into the cup to go on.
"Pit!" Crisp sound.
Masters satisfied with out?
I do not know.
I only know that I still can not be relieved.
Heart, has always sink to the bottom. Kept trained on two slightly sorry for people who (they say to me), the stand in the sun, like crying. Not to miss the bus this journey, but for my lonely and difficult.
Has been asked: "a person, not lonely?"
I said: "The final memory, are all the happy times. But opened diary, it was found to be so long and lonely journey." Why, have forgotten?
At that time, are irrelevant forgotten. Just lonely, just want to wail. I came to Tibet do? I went to Sang Ye do?
Because of guilt with a word, out of loneliness.
Just because the word guilt, loneliness forward willingly.
A very simple words, "I too need care and love."
Morning porridge and steamed buns let me choke no less than, one mood, the second is the stomach. My heart is too distressed his stomach. Later, the arrival of a piano singing, let me with tears in his smile.
A person songs, very lonely. But that is porridge and steamed buns can not be replaced. I gave two dollars. The hotel owner said that one song, just a penny. That year, China Central Television for three hours listening to five people, five dollars.
I think: This morning's smile is not a dime.
They say there is open to the shuttle bus from Lhasa.
Stand by the roadside and so on. Cold.
After one hour, it could not help, the toilet.
Come back, we saw a large bright-yellow retro toys, parked in front of the crossroads. Chase. Desperate chase.
Regardless of the red light flashes, despite the strident whistle. My eyes, only that a bright-yellow toy, beautiful baby.
However, farther and farther, farther and farther ... ...
They said that cars will be parked in front of a small station.
Is called a 3, saying that and just chase.
Far away to see if it stopped there. Forget everything, cried out: it only targeted catch.
Closer, closer, close to the. That bright-yellow toys, beautiful baby.
I hold your breath, one forget the second is that the driver wanted to come this can reduce the burden. This fear only because his breath to slow down.
I will be enough to it. That bright-yellow toys, beautiful baby.
Suddenly, it seems to me smiled. Then, moving, and moving. I rubbed one rubbed my eyes. Yes, it is moving, is not it came up to me, but go away again.
Far away, far away, farther and farther ... ...
A small town car to drive to. I did the right direction.
I would like to give a sign that read: "I'm going to Sang Ye."
This one morning, without any reason, I just want to continue, do not want to stay.
I know that if today does not go Sangye, I cry.
I know Sang Ye is on the other side.
So I twist and turns and twists and turns and then turns, twists and turns to the riverside of the bridge.
"In general, there will be no cars of today." They said.
There is "general", there is "not a general."
There is no reason, I want to stubborn in the end.
Jiang Feng, river, wanders the dark and fuzzy on the other side ... ...
Far, a black spots. Big, big. Far, I have heard the word "Sang Ye! Sang Ye!"
(B) fabricated sand, sand, sand ... ...
See endless sand, watching endless sand.
In the rolling sand, sand in the ups and downs, sand in the growth of sand in the desert.
Sand laughing: "At one time I gave birth to the Sang Ye."
Sand in the cry: "Sang Ye, thousand years old, and I, they are dry."
Long white sand under the hot sun with transpiration, Sang Ye, a myriad of places far away with.
When the mind has been the visual fatigue, should fall asleep,
Suddenly
Red, yellow, green, white, temples, pagodas, trees, creeks, the sun surrounded by many bright colors come. Thick to hard to breathe.
Where is the door? Road, where? Sangye Where? I was just where?
I'm sure I did not sleep just now. Also determine the present I have no dreaming. However, how's going on? How suddenly in that, too? The time from the outside enter the premises where? Entering from outside the space where? I could not find that one intersection.
Sang Ye, descending from the sky!
(C) wall Qiang Li Qiang Li, a mandala, a world.
In the eyes of the wise, is a thousand years of history,
In general, such as my eyes, is a lively village.
A small courtyard surrounded by high mountains on people returning a well, access to water wash, laughter sound of reading aloud. The courtyard outside, there are still small groups of people, dressed in colorful robes, dotted with open under the sun. Old shook turning extinguishers, clearly also turn a soft golden plume meandering. Young stood on the river, Yagishita, he served as the setting sun cut a beautiful vivid silhouette, a long drag on the ground. Each temple smoke rises, and clouds of Yanger stay late to go home.
The distance is a quiet mountain, around which a Mandala.
Here is the universe, where this was a family - people who practice Buddhism, pilgrimage of people, wandering people, lost people, all people, everyone - at home.
Walls, the book said to be "iron Wai Shan, a symbol of the world's periphery."
Do not know. What is the world's periphery? Is also a world?
Therefore, there must be out of the wall. Just for the sake of curiosity.
Out of the wall, you can go very far very far.
One, you can come to Green Park.
The other end, you can come to the Brahmaputra.
Through the golden wheat fields, (July is the season of highland barley mature), through the dense jungle, across the waves, such as the desert sand dunes. You can sit on the summit of mountains, overlooking the Brahmaputra.
Wheat beautiful: a photo - looking for Jigen beautiful wheat, singled out the accumulation of layer upon layer of clouds, golden side is that Shakes the Barley, clear blue of the background is the day.
Beautiful sand dunes: a wave after wave of hills, one wave after wave of sand line. Fengguowuhen do? Here the sand, but it is crazy imaginations. Hill, not quite, rather being the soft Mingsha Dunhuang. Marks, silent, but recounting the "English Patient" That片头trailers of the prehistoric.
Near beautiful: A Mani Dui, a beautiful large woodpecker stopped at the top, bright colors, wanders the dark and clear blue sky. Quietly, and I looked at. Then, the fans from the wings, sparkling in the air, paddling loop, they flutter like a group of golden, piercing the silence of the blue sky, fly to afar.
Behind the pagoda did not know who quietly stands for hundreds of years, for thousands of years ancient? Destined think I will do here? A little scared and lonesome.
Distance beautiful: Yes, Green Park, yesterday, I worship the Holy Land. Today, the winding in the clouds, the still modest silence. Around us, everywhere is dry and hot sand mountains, only it is green, and dazzling, water Lingling, the swell of life symbol.
Brahmaputra right there in front, but still far away. I went to see. In his heart, but did not go to.
Homeward Bound, quietly in the woods, it rained, sun will evaporate water and gas into my body, Relax cool.
Scent of grass and wheat fields, prairie dogs, rabbits, cattle, Fuya, all sorts of creatures and I share this piece of pure blue sky, above, there is a moon.
When to go through trees at the big willow, a Pingba, not tell where the flavor is. All too familiar too warm and too fondly.
Return when they come to this, such as small grove of trees in general. Several bundles, each bundle and again by a 2-3 Daliushu encircle made. Liu, to the here and become foolish Park intense green.
To go, the first time I saw it, thought of the five-Buddha. A large shade shelter with a large green sand, sand, there is not a very prickly Cici grass, green stems of land dyed a green blanket.
Return, the lost, and back on the edge of the Buddha see this five-way.
I was an umbrella in the ground with delicate and elegant. Wind before, and her play.
"Who are you?"
"I'm a southern rain. You?"
"I am a plateau the wind."
"Here, it's beautiful!"
"You Yehao America. Let me Baoyi Bao okay?"
Flanagan houses water on the take out. Prettily Shy but wild and full, the rain was the wind cradled in the arms.
Watched it on the umbrella and Kazamaki wrapped, floating her.
"Why come here? South unsound?"
"Too delicate a. Tired of so miserable and upset."
"Do you want?"
"Rough - even if raw, I hurt."
Wind laugh. Rain in the wind's arms trembling.
Flash a Blue Bird, wind down rain, chase went.
"Hey, take me off to!" Rain inability to beg.
"You, fly up? Or, do you have Yangwha of light? In that case, I can take you down." Wind impatient.
Rain speechless. Aside by wind or on the ground and very elegant posture.
The wind, chasing the Blue Bird, went to.
Rain, there is no bone of things, tears.
I walked past, an umbrella propped. "Or go home with me. Wind, with not you."
"However, if I had wings like Blue Bird -"
"Then you do not have to beg. Then you'll go chasing the sun. Wind, it will only go hand in hand."
"However, I did not. How do?"
"It's in the world before the 10 square wind agitation of the wind into the rain poly, poly water ocean. Silly, you are the wind. The wind is you."
A very guilty conscience, they simply a mass of confused. Die Die afraid of the rain and then struggled, and quickly assembled for her comb, "to go, we go home."
Go back to Qiang Li, that is our home.
Flies, restaurants, buttered tea. Together constitute the family's warmth.
For a long time, never taking a bath. But time and again in the three places do not remain where to go and see for visitors Xingyunliushui glide, natural state of mind to stay. Can be calmly reading books, watching scenery, the stars, look at homes in those wells, often forget the body of impurities, and the heart is Jiejing.
Sang Ye restaurant, which can be the study, may be yes. Tibetans can be a full meal may also be a quiet empty. Ever-present flies circled. However, it is comfortable, very frankly.
Has been attracted to Majiemi, and then only to escape. There, lonely people are shameful.
In Sang Ye, loneliness with no shame.
Sang Ye, let me frankly, even if hunting is also frankly.
Because my home.
And family together, is pleasant.
Listen to that crowd of women, over 60 of the old lady for years, there have been two years old her mother holding a child. Spent a full day trip of the Green Park, but also from top to bottom edge of the Shihab Kamiyama. Beliefs, is the only tool. And us are still recounting the tractor ride up the mountain difficult.
Take a look at them to leave, bedding order to neat, clean. Women who wear clothes, step by step, is not anxious to avoid unrest. And we are still at the recounting does not wash dirty not bathing.
And family together, it is not lonely.
(D) of the sky to go to Sangye, you must look up.
Lennart Meri of the stars, attached Kamiyama,
Namtso the stars, attached holy lakes,
Guge star, are linked to past glory and the glory,
... ...
Sang Ye's Star is not the same. It attached numerous creatures on the earth.
In the starlight around the hall, the original fatigue and tinnitus, in the starlight, and Ye Feng them have become clear.
Tibetans turn upon the kind of happy feeling at the moment more deeply understand.
Next time must remember to bring tents, in the temple next to sleep under the stars, or no sleep.
Only yak bell around his neck came a distant but clear, the wind shook the. Turning back to the main entrance, suddenly feeling more clearly the voice together, but became the top temple bell, in the wind crisp, crisp manner as stars in the sky, as if that is their voices. During the day, I saw Temple, night, only to hear bells.
South Galaxy in Piaozhui, the more down to the more dense, and countless places flashes constantly flashing, Mimizaza to Pushuo forward. Good a flourishing fan dust, confusion of seeing the confusion, the clear sight was clear.
West, a big wind, stars Liaoluo, rolling hills, silent and handsome. Think of northern Tibet, unknown desolate and magnificent.
Northern suddenly became quiet and peaceful. Galaxy upward stretching across the top of the head. That is always the Big Dipper, there are numerous structures have been imagined shape. Feng Ying shake the tree, those stars in a tree translucent translucent to Akira. Think of golden Christmas tree. Even think of wind-driven? Tree move? Star move? Heart? Have you seen it? A 1, a string of a string, a handful of a handful of countless stars at fall in the trees hanging in the tip, jewel-like bright flashes to flicker.
The East, daily life in this direction, then familiar. Went a second time, the main hall of the gate leakage of a thin light, suddenly closed, and accompanied by dumb soon as the door squeak. The stars still shining. Several windows also reveals a soft light. The first pass through it, from time to time heard hearty laughter, often have awakened me from quiet. Some of the windows very very bright light like a searchlight beam-like, my extremely long shadow. Second time, all put down the curtains, soft, and quiet. They want to study or cultivate it?
Sky star, sparkling. Twinkling wink ... ...
Mother's children's song, remember?
Also reminded of a story:
"You hear the voices of the stars blink of an eye do? She says that children do not make a wish on the moon, the Moon Yin Qing Yuan missing too fast. If you wish to Hsu to star."
... ...
"You have promised it?"
"Dolma, I want to kiss you about. Rest assured that time will not be too long on life."
This is only a word, a fool would have the most beautiful flower on the prairie.
"What is Tibet? Have the eyes of tourists, here are the stone houses, with black yak, and the stretch of desolate. Through the eyes of the night, I can clearly see this desolate. Distance flows of the Brahmaputra, scattered farmhouses, and the golden tower of blocks, not change the face of rough wilderness. Shino mountain did not last long tree, like the bare bones, forcing each of monitoring its people, stripped of flesh, take nature meet with it. "
Wilderness Lane, Sang Ye, a beautiful and psychedelic mandala. Buddha, this is the view of the universe want to.
Go to Tibet, is already come to its door will naturally into the of the.
Go to Sang Ye, it's still nothing Li Buqing, speechless when went.
Today, those vague notion remains vague with the. Daoshisangye clear under the stars twinkling stars, and still is clear and flicker.
So, it's still moving and not what others.
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Sang Ye is being written in the distance came a voice:
"I know, this life, you fit me ... ..."
Sang Ye, Sang Ye!
Author: westowhere
