I have longed that one day, stepping on the soft light, away from the hustle and bustle of the city with you, to the place where the soul yearns for retreat. No traffic, no neon staggering; No 9 to 5, no rush.

At the foot of the mountain there is one of our small bamboo houses, and a stream flows in front of the door, into which I and you, love and will, all merge into it. Flowers bloom in all seasons, clouds are light and the wind is light. The stream on the fence comes, and when there is wind.

How far away people are, how far away are the rivers and lakes; Where people are, there are rivers and lakes.

When we were young, we always longed for the so-called rivers and lakes. Jin Ge Iron Horse, wolf smoke flying sand; Happy enmity, open and secret fighting. I always thought that I could reach the top by working hard in the rivers and lakes, and I was proud of the world. But when the rivers and lakes are chaotic and the wind and clouds are everywhere; Horse leather shroud, family letter 10,000 gold. Only then did I know that being with each other is the best life.

Plant some grains and vegetables under the window, as well as fragrant flowers and plants along the way. Life will not be difficult for you, as long as you have a good attitude, you can also live a good life.

Even if you don't feed the horses and chop wood, the poetic life of mulberry and hemp, the eyes are full of green, and the fragrance of flowers is still there.

Raising a cute cat and watching the sunset with you with me is a lot of fun for lazy people.

The snow in the treetops was much whiter, and long ice picks sparkled in the sunlight under the eaves of the huts.

Stepping on the stream of waves is a gift for you. Your joyful face, let the warmth in the rhyme, instantly diffuse in the palm of your hand, is the happiest light.

The stream in front of the door, the longing time, are all in your delicate little feet. The joy of playing in the water and the bright smile are all eternal vows.

Every day, there is no need for an alarm clock, and when the daylight moves from the top of the mountain to the mountainside, we know that it is time to wake up and a better day awaits us.

Life, that's it, it's good to be simple. Why let yourself be in a hurry and get dizzy, not dividing things. No matter how busy you are, it is better to enjoy a quiet leisure time.

Let yourself be idle, drink a twist of weak tea alone, bitterness and happiness, love and hate, at this moment, don't guess. All the past is drifting away with the wind.

You don't need to be isolated, and you don't like to be vigorous. We also need to live, but this life is much slower, diluting time and showing the passing years. Once the rivers and lakes rode horses, such as today's flowers.

Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.

This has always been an excuse for some people to join the WTO. In fact, otherwise, as long as you work hard, grit your teeth and be ruthless, and persevere, you will usher in a beautiful landscape.

Life is only a few decades, always have to leave yourself some idyllic time, blindly hurrying, you will lose the beauty of life, you don't know how clear the mountains, how blue the sky is.

When you are not old, you might as well go away with your clothes, and the people you love will return to the bottom of the mountain, and talk quietly with time.

faded the sword light and sword shadow, and forgot the grievances and hatreds. The rivers and lakes have passed away, and a leaf has entered the boat.

Hurry, hurry!

This night tossed and turned, this night was long and quiet, and in my sleep I was perhaps moved by the world in my dreams and shed tears in this dark night.

I just feel that time is so slow, maybe the night is too dark. Maybe I've waited too long, and the identity of a thousand-year-old reincarnation has created this fate. Other than this struggle, I seem to have no way out. Because the heart doesn't allow it anymore.

Just as hundreds of years ago, in the Potala Palace of Xiznag and on the streets of Lhasa, there was such a miraculous man, who was wrapped in wind shadows, with Buddha light, with star dew in his eyes, and on lotus flowers, all the way through the dust of the Sixth Ydalai Cangyang Gyatso.

Cangyang Gyatso's life story is mysterious and even more bizarre. He is a wise and affectionate living Buddha, a love saint who values love and infatuation, and a poet who is shocking from the world. Living in the Potala Palace, he is the biggest king in the snowy region, and he is the most beautiful lover in the world when he wanders the streets of Lhasa. He is a legend in the Buddhist world and a myth in the love world. Although there is no trace of him in this world, he is like a dazzling light, illuminating the whole Xiznag and illuminating the hearts of everyone in heaven and earth who loves, reads, and worships him.

Even though Cangyang Gyatso's body has been annihilated in the long river of history, he is still like an invisible thread, pulling the footsteps and souls of countless people in the world. No matter how time flies, the wind and clouds come and go, under the ancient pagoda of the Buddha lamp in Xiznag, above the Brahmaputra River, on the top of the snowy region, on the bank of Namco, there is still Cangyang Gyatso's endless chanting. Those who turn mountains, waters, and stupas as long as they are pious and seek the Buddha in the direction of Cangyang Gyatso's departure, I believe that they will definitely be able to sense Cangyang Gyatso's existence.

If anyone is dedicated to seeking Buddha, if he has a spiritual heart, and if he is sincere, in this way, he does not have to go to the sky city, and he will definitely be able to see the fluttering figure of Cangyang Gyatso in the vague clothes. In the world, how many smoke and clouds change, how many flowers fall and bloom, Cangyang Gyatso's extraordinary body and his different love, in the shaking of the warp cylinder, have turned into pure Gesang flowers all over the mountains, forever blooming in the hearts of the world.

"I have worried about hurting the Brahman, and I am afraid that I will not fall into the city when I enter the mountains, and I will have the law in the world, and I will not live up to it." When Cangyang Gyatso came to the mortal world, he was destined to be different. Although he is a living Buddha and wears a monk's robe, he deviates from the scriptures and has not changed his heart. The Potala Palace, the people who can lock him up, but they can't lock his heart. The Lord of the Buddha can tie his figure, but he can't tie his love.

Within the Buddhist gate, who is in love? Outside the Buddhist gate, whose waiting is empty? According to common sense, Cangyang Gyatso, who is outstanding and handsome and full of talent, should have been able to hold the hand of his beloved woman and grow old with his son, but the title of living Buddha made him unable to choose to be free and casual, so he could only face the Buddha's door, chant the scriptures, with a glass heart, guarding the lonely green lantern, and constantly asking the world to be safe and perfect, how to live up to the conjecture of the world, hesitate, and wander......

"Everything has a way, like a dream bubble". Cangyang Gyatso, even if he was given the title of living Buddha, put on a monk's robe, lived in the Buddha door, lit the Buddha lamp, picked up the Buddha beads, and turned the prayer wheel, he was still difficult to meditate in the holy and peaceful Buddha hall, and could not sit peacefully in the green smoke.

Perhaps, Cangyang Gyatso's love and tears, joy and sorrow, pain and pain, can only be witnessed and understood by the prayer flags swaying in the wind in Xiznag, the wind and clouds above the Potala Palace on the top of the Red Mountain, and the lake in Namco on the side of the Nianqing Tanggula Mountain. The Buddha said, "There is a fate, there is no fate, only in a thought." The love is on the left, the Buddha is on the right, and in the dilemma, no matter how Cangyang Gyatso chooses, he can't have both, and in the end, he has no choice but to lose the Rulai Qing.

This article is from the novel of Kanshu.com