When I left Nyingchi, I bought a few bunches of Tibetan incense. I'm going to pay my respects to my sister at Sejila Pass. When the car arrived at Sejila Pass, I got out of the car and found the last place to spend time with my sister. I lit a bouquet of incense and stuck it on the ground. Li Lili first understood my intentions, and also lit three sticks of incense and inserted them on the side. Then Lao Pao, Ruoyu, and Xiaoni also lit incense and inserted it.

Looking at the wisps of cigarettes rising in the wind and the wisps of cigarettes drifting away, I felt an indescribable loneliness in my heart. Li Lili on the side is telling Xiao Ni the story of Cangyang Gyatso and Maggie Ami.

Li Lili told Xiao Ni. In that year, Cangyang Gyatso came to the foot of Sejila Mountain in the name of spiritual practice and met with Maji Ami here. "On the Top of Nadong Mountain" was written by Changyang Gyatso to Maji Ami here, and the East Mountain in the poem is the Nanga Bhava Peak that can be seen at the Sejila Pass. Later, Cangyang Gyatso was involved in the political whirlpool, and it was rumored that he would be escorted to Beijing by the Qing court. Legend has it that Changyang Gyatso and Maji Ami said goodbye at the Sejila Pass, from which Maji Ami was sent to Litang and Cangyang Gyatso returned to Lhasa. The last poem left by Cangyang Gyatso before his death: The white-feathered crane, please lend me the wings to fly. I don't fly anywhere else, I just go back to Litang. It's because his Maggie Ami is in Litang. Soon after, Cangyang Gyatso was taken to Beijing by the Qing court, and bad news spread in Qinghai. When the news of Cangyang Gyatso's misfortune broke, many girls in Lhasa painted their rooms yellow in memory of him.

"Walking into the Potala Palace, I am the greatest king in the world. Walking on the streets of Lhasa, I am the most beautiful lover in the world. Ruoyu said, "Such a man is what many girls dream of." ”

Li Lili said, "If you can't experience the unforgettable emotions of Cangyang Gyatso, it's good to see him and his sweetheart say goodbye." It is said that great love is a tragedy, look at the place where the tragedy occurred, feel it, maybe you can learn some lessons from the predecessors, and avoid the tragedy from happening to you again. ”

Xiao Ni glanced at Li Lili, as if she thought Li Lili was talking a lot. Li Lili peeked at me, as if realizing that something was wrong. He stuck out his tongue at Xiao Ni and said no more.

Everyone stood at the Sejila Pass and looked at the mountain peaks in the distance. At this time, the Nanga Bhava Peak was hidden by the clouds, and there was no trace of it, only layers of mountains and valleys.

Everyone's mood is still stuck in the story of Cang Jia Yangcuo.

Ruoyu said to Nanga Bhava Peak: "I knew that I should have cut the time into fireworks in the first place...... In an instant, you can see through the mortal." It seemed that at this moment, something was being touched in her heart.

Li Lili said, "There are love poems that you have sung for thousands of years in the red dust, and there are also scars that Maggie Ami and I have not been able to convert for thousands of years. This kind of realm is not something that anyone can achieve. Love or give up, which one is more profound? Who in the world can say clearly? May there be such a beautiful love in the world. Even if that was only once. There is too much helplessness in reality. Give yourself some fantasies, even if it's wishful thinking. ”

At this time, I smiled and said, "People go to distant places just to hug themselves tightly, and I just like to smell the fragrance of weeds in the sound of the flute." The realm of Cangyang Gyatso is not understood by everyone. The glitz of the smile is gone, and the moonlight is like a wash. The smile passed quietly, and the flowers flew away. Who is the lily that flutters gently, unchanging in your clear light? This artistic conception, this poignant. Also, you've been living in seclusion with my wounds for years. I have let go of heaven and earth, but I have never let go of you; The mountains and rivers in my life are at your disposal to say goodbye one by one. In the world, apart from life and death, which thing is not idle?! Whose privacy is not revealed? The flowers of the burial bloom and close in moderation, and the fruits of Bodhi play the empty mountain, tell me, those footprints you hide under the fallen leaves, hint at how many sacrifice days, for me to enjoy outside the law. The contradictions, entanglements, yearnings, and expectations in the middle, how many people can understand? Not to mention the experience. ”

As soon as I spoke, everyone stopped.

I looked in the direction of Nanga Bhava, which was hidden by the clouds, and I felt that something was spewing out of my heart. It's like I'm talking to the sky. "It's better not to see each other, so that you don't fall in love. It's better not to know each other, so that you don't fall in love. Who can understand the unforgettable here, and the helplessness that arises from it? There are also shallow dreams and deep feelings, and the river that can't be crossed is left for the next life. The flowers were scattered and orderly, and I was accidentally injured page by page, and the people who peeped at me became a Buddha in the blink of an eye. Who can appreciate the grief and indignation in this? You walked through the world towards me, leaving behind an empty city with every step you took. At this time, an arrow shot from the afterlife hit my only way out. This resolute state of mind is not something that we ordinary people can understand. ”

Everyone looked at me, and I seemed to be talking to myself, as if I was talking to someone in the dark. My gaze seems to pass through the distant time and space, staying somewhere behind the distant time and space. I said to myself. "I have used all the roads of the world to go backwards, just to meet you in this life. In my previous life, I had already left room for a long time. I sat under the Bodhi tree, silent, only a dream distance between you and me. No one can interpret dreams, only the wind, the buds flying, and the spring and autumn cycles. Whose sword can pierce Changhong? In the early morning, with the scriptures in his arms, he was full of mourning from the iron bowl to the blade of his birth. Who deserves to get down to business? In the past and present life, there are gains and losses. From where to go back and forth, the moon shines back in the middle of the lake, the wild crane runs to the idle clouds, I step into you. A heavy snowfall sealed everything in the world. ”

As I spoke, I was talking aimlessly, and as I spoke, there seemed to be a picture of Changyang Gyatso and Maggie Ami saying goodbye to me. Cangyang Gyatso watched Maggie Ami's departure, leaning weakly against the pile of rubble beside him. Maggie Ami danced a dance as far as Changyang Gyatso could see to say goodbye to her sweetheart. Although the two were separated, the emotions in their hearts were not extinguished, but grew vigorously like spring grass.

Then, my eyes were full of sisters. I saw the light in her eyes dimmer in the moonlight that night. My tears fell one by one on my sister's pale face. I heard Ah Mei say, "I really want to stay with you all the time...... Ah Mei spoke more and more slowly, as if she was using all her strength with every word. I held my sister in one hand and kept wiping the tears I had dripped down her face with the other. Ah Mei said, "It is the lucky ...... of my life to be able to meet you" Ah Mei's voice became smaller and quieter, and finally it was almost silent.