When I came here three days ago, the living Buddha of Sranggyatso arranged for two men and two women to live in this big room with 16 beds. There are bedsteads and shabby Simmons in the room, but there are no quilts, pillows, sheets and other bedding. Fortunately, everyone has been playing outdoors for a long time and knows the importance of sleeping bags.
It's simple to see Simmons and wooden bedstead in such a remote place, but everyone feels gratified.
In particular, Qinglan, the old landlord and Lao Wang experienced the painful experience of washing their faces and brushing their teeth on the grassland for four days, and felt that this was paradise.
I'm from Hong Kong, my net friend Qinglan (female) is in her thirties, the old landlord is from Lijiang, and Lao Wang of Taiwan Province Province has lived in Lijiang for a long time. They came together.
I came to Litang to play alone, and met them on the Ira grassland next to Litang County.
In fact, there are always five of us invited by the living Buddha to the Buddhist College.
Female netizen Qinglan wrote a good article. She is the old landlord, and Meng He is a computer teacher, invited by the old landlord. The old landlord and Lao Wang of Taiwan Province Province are both experts in photography.
They were specially invited by the living Buddha to be the website of the Buddhist College. And I don't care about anything. I belong to the mixed food and play.
As a distinguished guest, Meng He from Hangzhou was arranged to live in another cabin, next to the Living Buddha.
The four of us occupied the four corners of the house. Everyone has their own sleeping bag.
In the dim light and shadow, I saw the old landlord in Lijiang and the old king in Taiwan Province Province have got up and taken pictures with long guns and short guns. I thought, oh, it's good to see the sun come out.
Because the angle between the stairs and the roof is 80 degrees, and I like to wear Tibetan clothes, I am shown by the skirt of the clothes, like a fat panda, climbing awkwardly with both hands and feet, with funny movements.
Standing on the current roof, the world is vast, the distance is white fog, and the weather in the morning is biting cold. The advantage of Tibetan clothes is to keep warm. Long skirt to the ankle, long sleeves to the wrist, stand collar wrapped tightly around the neck.
Although it is in mid-August, it is as cool as winter in the city in the morning and evening of the Buddhist College.
My head feels cold when braiding, and my face hurts when the wind blows. The wind in the mountains really blew my face like a leaf. It's a good thing I'm wearing Tibetan clothes. Its advantage is to keep warm and wrap my whole body tightly so that my hands and feet won't catch cold.
I walked up and down the roof, waiting for the sunrise, and asked Lao Wang to take some pictures of me dancing.
After the white fog cleared, the distant village gradually became clear. Villages, rivers, forests, grasslands, cattle and horses are scattered back and forth in an orderly way, just like a watercolor painting with thick ink and light strokes.
Vague, hazy, fairyland on earth, extraordinary dust, can only be understood, not expressed!
After enjoying the beautiful scenery of nature, my eyes turned to the top of my head, where there was a delayed and hidden light.
Thick clouds resist the sun's brilliance, and it tries to let out a ray of light from the clouds, but other clouds float to cover it, and the sky is a little gloomy.
The earth's atmosphere is getting heavier and heavier. Lao Wang and the old landlord shook their heads and went downstairs to say that we can't shoot the sunrise today. Let's go and freshen up.
Only I stood there, staring at the dark clouds overhead, and I don't know how long I stood there.
All I know is that a beam of light is tearing at those thick clouds, as if the dystocia mother is trying her best to give birth, tearing one place and covering it, covering it and penetrating it. The struggle of nature is so thrilling.
"Competition is everywhere!" I muttered to myself.
Suddenly, I found that the clouds were like funnels, and finally the small beams of light merged into one big beam, which passed through the layers of clouds and went straight to the earth. The gloom of the earth under the clouds is being replaced by light.
Is this a beam of light? Don't! This is the indomitable and indomitable power, people! I should have learned too much about this power, and this result makes me feel a little depressed.
I am moved by the persistence of light. It tore through the clouds and showed me its victory. The sun is like a mother, just its children.
For an instant, I seemed to see the beginning of a new life. This beam of light just shone on the golden dome of the Buddhist College, and it was dazzling all around. A wordless gobbledygook unfolded before my eyes: Nature is the best teacher!
For a while, too many thoughts surged in my mind: the sun rises like a child is born, and the sun sets like the end of life. Don't the morning sun, the noon sun and the evening sun represent a person's youth, middle age and old age?
The sun rises and sets every day without end, but a person's life is as short as morning dew.
We should study employment, get married, work hard and honor our parents.
How much time can I have to do what I really like?
How many opportunities do you have to meet someone who suits you?
How much strength can you give to those who fall in love with yourself?
How should we treat our life?
Live for the person who loves you, or live for the person you love? Live for yourself? Or live for your family?
Is it indifferent to life or pursuing fame and fortune?
Do you want to do whatever you want or forbear?
Tolerance or hatred?
Is it sincere, kind or hypocritical?
Is it rough, plain, practical or full of vitality like wild flowers?
Where is the real answer?
Why do we often do bad things with good intentions?
Can it be said that it takes a lifetime of energy to acquire wisdom?
Where can I learn and grow? Where can I find my tutor?
The cold water droplets on my face woke me up from my meditation, wiped away the tears on my face, and I went downstairs with a heavy heart.
After breakfast, Qinglan went to take photos with her brother, old landlord and Lao Wang, and Meng He accompanied the living Buddha.
Accustomed to walking around alone, I walked out of the Buddhist College with the high and low chanting of lamas and walked on the grass at the entrance of the College. There were no people before, and there were no walkers after.
Only cows are humming, pigs are humming, chickens are humming, dogs are barking and the wind is humming. I'm intoxicated by the sound of nature.
The sunshine made the Mani pile in front of me colorful and suddenly enlightened. I looked around, and there were green grass all around. I talked to myself, asked myself and answered myself.
As if I was the only one in the world, I stood up straight, closed my eyes, raised my head, opened my hands and took a long, slow breath.
Come on! Warm sunshine, please hug me!
Come on! Gentle mountain breeze kissed me, unbridled!
I have always accepted the gift of nature.
Lie down slowly, give your body to the earth, think nothing, do nothing, just lie down.
Now that I am integrated with nature, I can hear my heartbeat so calm, healthy and full of vitality.
I also heard the sound of my own blood flowing in my veins. Everything around me is too quiet. My fingers touched the thick and soft grass beneath me, emitting intoxicating fragrance, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.
There is really a feeling that all kinds of grass are not intoxicating and intoxicating. The good feeling of people living in the world is the feeling that I am drunk in the grass at the moment, right?
It seems like a century has passed. After sleeping for a long time, I sat up and looked at the distance in a daze. I didn't get up until the blue bar called me faintly.
Think of the jokes circulating on the internet: traffic basically depends on walking, communication basically depends on shouting, and love basically depends on hands. I smiled gently.
After lunch, I couldn't bear to take off my Tibetan clothes. I sat in the corridor on the second floor and combed my freshly washed long hair. Several little lamas went downstairs to fetch water.
I waved warmly and greeted them loudly. Their faces are shy and surprised, and their immature faces are full of innocence and childishness.
They also smiled and waved to me, and I stared at them blankly, admiring their bright eyes and not knowing much about the innocence of the world.
That is the beginning of life, the true embodiment of human nature.
When did our eyes lose that natural look?
I don't know. After sighing, I turned my eyes to the walls and roofs of the college and floated in the blue sky.
When I was a child, I often looked up at the sky and believed that one day, there would be palaces, heavenly soldiers and generals, seven fairies and flowers on the earth.
Now I know that there will never be fairies in the sky, only the white clouds in the sky are free to chase and linger.
The changes in nature are really colorful and carefree, which makes me marvel and fantasize again.
The gentle wind blows slowly and quickly, and my eyes wander around with the footsteps of the wind. The afternoon sun shone on the water pipe in the hospital, and a drop of water on the water pipe mouth fell vertically with a heavy load and merged into the embrace of Mother Earth.
For a short moment, the posture was beautiful and the Buddhist language was well spoken! "One water, one world", it is really interesting to see the world of Datong in a drop of water and realize the true meaning of life.
The silence at the moment reminds me of this sentence. The silence at the moment made me in a trance and stole half a day's leisure. Don't! I have it here, and I have to steal it for many days, haha! !
What time is it now? What day is it now? No watch, no phone.
Who cares, don't know the time, stay in a daze, look at the sky, empty yourself, return to zero, and let the soul rest.
I feel too extravagant. I'm so happy to have spent all my youth. I am a spiritual aristocrat when others are busy making money to buy a house after divorce.
Peeling peas and picking wild vegetables with the little Lama who is in charge of cooking for us at night.
Meng He walked into the kitchen and saw me picking up vegetables with great concentration. I stamped my feet repeatedly and said, I didn't expect you to be so lively and so quiet? Sit for hours.
I smiled indifferently: "Teacher Meng He, this is what I am. Do you think I make noise all day? " ! I made a mistake! Knowing a person only by his appearance will be deceived. I am a real lady. "
After a while, Lao Wang and the old landlord, Qinglan, bought a lot of Tricholoma matsutake. When asked, it was very cheap. Everyone is very excited, even glad you came.
I volunteered to clean and cook because I was embarrassed to stay for free.
It's a piece of cake for me. I often cook. Soon I cooked a large pot of pine mushroom soup, which was delicious. The first bowl was dedicated to the living Buddha of Srangatso.
Then everyone ate a big bowl and sweated.
Everyone is full tonight.
I don't think I will eat Tricholoma matsutake any more, because I'm full.
At nine o'clock in the evening, the old landlord and Qinglan actually put their sleeping bags head-to-head and slept, whispering and laughing softly. They were happy and didn't know how time passed, completely ignoring my puzzled eyes and Lao Wang's strange eyes.
I thought to myself: boy, my feelings are advancing by leaps and bounds. Last night, we each slept in a corner.
After thinking for a while, I understand that it is normal that we are brothers and sisters and are accepted as disciples by the living Buddha.
Anyway, I don't care about others, I only care about myself.
Lao Wang and I each occupy a corner, and he is fiddling with his precious Nikon camera.
I do what I have to do every day-keep a diary and make a sleeping bag. The lights in the room are on, the outside is dark, and the atmosphere in the room is very warm.
The outside world is very quiet, very quiet, and you can't hear a sound when you walk out the door.
Suddenly, Lao Wang shouted, "I have run out of cigarettes." What should I do? "
I turned and went back to the house. Lao Wang looked at me expectantly: "You had a good chat with Meng He. How about helping me pack cigarettes? "
I wanted to refuse, but my nature of not wanting to disappoint others prevailed again. I said softly, "I'll try!" " "
So I went to find the living Buddha Meng He. Meng He looked at me in surprise after hearing my purpose, and began to stamp his feet again and again and said, "Ouch! You can smoke, but I don't believe it. It is not good for girls to smoke! I won't believe you unless you slap me in the face. "
I thought, how can I smoke? Once you smoke, you won't be exposed.
So I pretended to be angry and turned around: "Don't give it or say no!" " Find an excuse for what? Why can't girls smoke? How about I buy you a pack of cigarettes at double the price? "
Seeing that I was angry, Meng He smiled and took out a pack of cigarettes: "You are my brother. I don't want to sell it, so I will give it to you."
Then he happily danced Tibetan dance for me and told me stories about his childhood. To be honest, I feel very tired and want to go home and rest early, but I can't bear to interrupt Meng He's excitement.
He probably needs someone to listen to his story too much!
I can only do good deeds with kindness and help others to the end.
Then we stood in the spacious corridor and stared at the stars in the sky for a long time before returning to our house.
When I handed the cigarette to Lao Wang, his eyes narrowed with laughter ~ ~ ~
I lived in the Buddhist College for five days, but on this day, everyone was in a happy mood and had a good mood from morning till night.
Because later, Meng He and Lao Wang of Taiwan Province ignored each other.
I don't know why, and I'm not going to explore.
I don't know when I will go back to the Buddhist College next time. This unhurried joy left my youth blank.
Will I sigh one day: "The past is like smoke."
Will I forget this day?
Let me write the good and happy ones and forget the unpleasant ones completely. Let it drift with the wind!
The process is always more important than the result!