Bees are born too early

The flowers are blooming too late again

A lover with shallow fate

It's too late to meet

-- Lobsang Rinchen Changyang Gyatso

After the death of the Tibetan king, Lasang Khan proclaimed himself regent and imposed harsh and high-pressure rule on the Tibetan people.

Soon after the murder of the Zao king, Princess Tsering Tashi fell ill and died, and this event had a strong repercussion in the vast snowy land, and many lamas said that this was before the retribution of sin. Prior to this, Lasang Khan had already had the intention of marrying Princess Dejimedo as a concubine, and I wonder if the two things are related.

Since the last time Cangyang Gyatso sent Dejimedo back to the palace with a cold attitude, Dejimedo has a grudge against him, is this the reason why she is in cahoots with Lasang Khan?

Cangyang Gyatso didn't have time to figure out Dejimedo's mind now, because there was something even more nerve-wracking, Dawa Dolma had become more gloomy than before after returning from Tashilhunpo Monastery, which he had never expected.

He had begged bitterly the night before she left, "Can't you think about it again for me?" I rejected my guru twice for you, and why don't you understand my suffering, after you take the bhikshuni ordination, I can only look at your shadow behind the veil, don't you think that I am so pitiful like that! ”

Dawa Zhuoma said: "Since I have promised my guru, I can no longer regret it, the guru's hard work is all for you, and I am not only for you, but also for myself. ”

Cangyang Gyatso nodded infinitely sadly: "I understand." ”

For the first time, Dawa Dolma took the initiative to hold his hands on his heart, and said, "Would you like to see me muster up the courage to start over?" ”

Cangyang Gyatso immediately wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said happily, "Of course I hope so!" ”

"Then don't object, okay?"

Her warm hands and her almost coquettish tone made him lose his resistance suddenly, and he agreed as if he had been enchanted: "Okay, if I don't object, I don't object." ”

After that, he sighed to himself in his heart that it was useless, the concessions and patience he made were all to make Dawa Dolma happy, so when he saw her who had just received the bhikshuni ordination come back with a sad face, his mood was like stepping on the ice on the surface of the lake, and he fell into a deep panic and helplessness, he didn't know what to use as a sacrifice to see her smile, could it be separation?

He often stood in front of the window and looked through the stained glass, looking for her figure among the rows of bhikshunis hurrying by, but they were all dressed the same, and the pace was so hurried, even if he really recognized her, he could not see clearly in the blink of an eye.

Why hasn't she seen him alone since she came back? He is the Dharma King in this palace, does he want to see a bhikshuni to be talked about? This was not the case, and he gradually realized that she was deliberately avoiding him, and during this time, he wrote a lot of sad poems:

In the heart of the golden bee

I don't know how to think about it

And the mind of the green seedlings

but looking forward to the rain to fall

Wild horses run into the mountains

It can be lassoed with nets and ropes

Once the lover changes his mind

Magical spells don't help

The person who is in love

You have to study the Fa and practice

I had no choice but to be young

Walk towards the cave deep in the mountains

Even though Cangyang Gyatso has outstanding wisdom in the world, how can he always guess the hidden pain in a woman's heart.

Dawa Dolma's grief is a great shame that no one knows.

When she lived in Tashilhunpo Monastery, she often felt unwell, occasionally vomited, and could even feel the squirming of the fetus in the middle of the night, she did not know when she was conceived, and the merciless fate so cruelly played with her in the palm of her hand, when she had already been ordained and ordained by Guru Lobsang Yeshe, she did not have the face to confide in Guru about it again, so she had to hold back tears of sorrow and a haggard look on her face, and returned to the Potala Palace in despair.

She thought that the Buddhist precepts could cleanse her body and mind of filth, and she could start again, but the devil had already planted a cancer in her fate, in order to completely deny her wishful thinking. When she saw the sacred palace staircase, the solemn Fifth Spiritual Pagoda, the majestic and comfortable Dari Nyorai, and the ignorant Cangyang Gyatso...... She felt that she had defiled the solemnity of Buddhism and the purity of the monks, and as a disciple of Buddhism, she always hoped that she could die with this evil fetus.

Who knew that the depressed Dharma King sitting on the pedestal of the temple was all tied to a little woman's body, the sound of chanting echoed in his ears, and his mind floated out of the small Buddha hall - the blue water lily, delicate and pitiful, but no matter how it was planted, the rain had broken its tender leaves, and the pale green broken lotus carried endless grievances, she said, "not a single qiē is complete", full of bitter water, a fragile sorrow, the golden glow after the rain burned its slender stalks, Burned into a golden rubble, and her soul seemed to have been absorbed by the setting sun...... As a monk, Cangyang Gyatso had kept his hopes of love to a minimum, even if there were no lingering and kisses, no vows, if he could watch her happy, like the lotus pond outside the small study of the Sunshine Hall - the lotus root is deeply rooted in the mud, the stem is like a flute, the leaves are like a jade pot, the petals are like a girl's face, and whenever it produces sweet lotus seeds, attracting the favor of many Fluttershy and the bees - then he would rather stand at a distance and admire her as he did for this pool of lotus flowers, push open the window, look at her, and then spread out a piece of paper and dipped it in ink, with deep love and rich love, write her into poems full of vitality. He is not greedy, as long as an idle summer, or a whole July, he will make the warmest poems in the world, so that he can complete the gorgeous reverie of love, and he will not love once in this life. But since I met her, the teardrops have been rolling constantly, the luck is wrong, and I haven't had time to tell each other well, to say that the time of acquaintance is not short, and the age is not young, how can I change my mind when I say that I have changed my heart...... Cangyang Gyatso unconsciously shed tears, and he still sat dumbfounded, and the terrified teachers quietly withdrew from the monks and prostrated themselves at his feet with infinite sorrow, and the teachers naturally did not understand his feelings, but now this frosty early spring makes people live like a year;

In this demon-rampant world, the reputation of His Holiness Rosette has been tarnished to the greatest extent ever, and the lamas and monks lament it so much that no one dares to stand up for His Holiness except the dead King Zao, and that the living Buddha who was worshiped by everyone has now become the object of slander.

Many blindly obedient Tibetans, without thinking about the credulous rumors, with a pair of ruthless hands, pushed the lotus seat of the Dharma King to the brink of crumbling, they forgot their roots, betrayed the nation, swayed with the wind, attached to the power, their naked eyes could not see the Buddha and Bodhisattva depicted the world of bliss, all they saw was the excitement and enjoyment of the world of flowers, thinking that what could not be seen did not exist, only what they got was real, and calculated the giving and gaining of this life with ignorant cleverness - giving up righteousness, gaining profit, giving up the public, getting private, giving up the Tao, Got karma. The painstaking and lonely Buddha looked forward to the sentient beings turning back with his eyes through the autumn water, why did the sentient beings go against each other and get farther and farther away from each other?

In the middle of the night, a slow bell rang on the top of the Ling Pagoda, and the sad and helpless Dawa Dolma sat in front of the window with a candle lamp, and a stack of small poems written on yellow paper was pressed on the desk, all of which were the sad voice of Cangyang Gyatso. Under the moon, he stood silently in the distance like a quiet white lotus, looking at her silhouette reflected on the window.

The tears swayed, and her silhouette swayed, as if there was unbearable pain pressing on her heart. Bo Xing's son, do you still lament and regret the lost love affair after you stay awake all night? You owe a piece of embroidered handkerchief to wipe away tears in spring, you owe a silk fan to cool off in summer, you owe a warm cloth in autumn, and you owe a bowl of turbid wine to dispel sorrow in winter...... The most important thing is that you owe me a beautiful love, and my once-in-a-lifetime love has been stolen by you.

This is a love affair that is by mistake, like a cuckoo and a cypress, what future can there be? The cuckoo can still flapp its wings and sing poetry, while the cypress can only pretend to be indifferent. In the past, Dawa Zhuoma tearfully put the yellow paper on the candle flame and burned it, the melancholy verses and gorgeous calligraphy are so beautiful, although they are close at hand, but they are beyond the reach of the dust.

Cangyang Gyatso wiped his unassuming eyes, tears wetting the backs of his hands. Did she think that by burning those poems she could act as if nothing had happened? Can it be denied that she once hinted at him a liking? Don't you owe him any more? I have known for a long time that she is a wrongdoer, and I haven't let him have a better day since I fell in love with her! As long as he still loves her, she can't make up for this damage and end this love debt!

Dawa Zhuoma blew out the candlelight, pushed open the door and walked out, the palace in the dead of night is not dark, there is a stone lampstand standing on the side of the aisle every few steps in the magnificent palace corridor, each lampstand is placed in the lamps inlaid with gold and inlaid treasures, passing by the grand Tsoqing Xia Si Xi Pingcuo, passing through the white house porch painted with colorful murals, the further you go, the darker it becomes.

On the square platform of a small gatehouse, she finally stopped, and glanced at the bottom of the mountain, there was a black oppressive tree in the distance, and the gray-white stone slab floor in the distance, looking up at the beautiful red palace like a rainbow and the brightly lit West Sunshine Palace, I don't know if Cangyang Gyatso was asleep in Kadampa Ji or in the study all night. Please be her messenger to the night breeze of the cold spring, and please kiss his gentle and soft face on her behalf in the name of Maggie Ami.

In a trance, she heard the continuous chanting of the sutras in the monk's house: When the Bodhisattva of Meditation is in Freedom, when he walks in the deep Prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he is suffering for a while......

According to legend, the Dalai Lama is the embodiment of the great compassion of Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva, he is a bodhisattva of male and female appearance, and Yan Futi sentient beings have a deep fate, and his great wish of compassion is almost a household name, it is the "one qiē suffering", the person Dawa Dolma loves, is the Da Lai Lama who saves the world from one qiē suffering, and who saves her suffering.

Changyang Gyatso saw her leaning against the low stone wall from the platform to the entrance of the wall, when the fierce northwest wind blew her lotus robe, and her premature pregnancy stood out, and in an instant, all the confusion and resentment in his heart were automatically resolved. He pounced on her and hugged her tightly