"Suddenly, I saw, I understood: my friend, my guide, my brother – that is, myself. Myself, only myself. Lonely self. - The Time Traveler's Wife

There is a clear stream in Nilang Temple, the name of the stream is like its scenery, and the name is Qingliang River. The Qingliang River meanders through the center of the town, dividing two interdependent but independent living communities. The landscape, the inhabitants and the temples all have stories to tell, and these stories are novel and mysterious.

Walking through these stories, I will always be the one who listens to the stories, and I can't be the one in the stories.

After breakfast in the morning, I chatted with the owner of the Lausanne inn. His name was Lobsang Tseje, and he was a sturdy man with brown skin. He loves to laugh, and every time he laughs, he shows a mouth full of white teeth.

Lausanne was very talkative, but it was not the shrewdness of a businessman dealing with his customers, but the ease of a friend. He talked to me about his family, he has a gentle wife and two lovely daughters, he also has two older brothers, a younger brother and a younger sister, and his parents are also in good health. From his smiling eyebrows, I could feel his happiness and joy. Lausanne also told me about the legend of the Tiger Cave on the Goddess Mountain, and these beautiful legends fascinated me.

I wanted to ask Lausanne to be my guide to show me around, but Lausanne said that the store could not leave no one and did not agree, but he was enthusiastic and called his sister Dawa.

The streets of the town are built according to the trend of the mountain, with ups and downs, which are full of the simple charm of this remote mountain town.

I walked side by side on the bluestone-paved streets with Dawa, not as talkative as her brother, but her seventeen-year-old eyes were full of hope and joy for the world.

Dawa left school after graduating from high school and now helps his brother take care of the storefront. I asked her what she was planning for her future. She replied with a smile that she would take care of her parents and marry a beloved.

Dawa's plans for his future life are so simple and practical. She does not have as many desires, ideals, and pursuits as people in the outside world of the mountains. She grows quietly and naturally like a flower seed, landing, germinating, flowering...

For many people who are busy in the city, including me, in our opinion, Dawa's youth and life are too ordinary, even a little mediocre. But just as we don't understand Dawa's simplicity and blandness, Dawa shouldn't understand why we busy people are so obsessed with fame and fortune.

"Have you never wanted to go out of the mountains and go to the big city like many young girls to fight for your own piece of the sky?" I asked curiously.

"No," Dawa said with a smile, "I don't think there's anywhere better than here." I've read about the world beyond the mountains and seen it on TV, and I don't think that kind of fashionable and wonderful life belongs to me. ”

"Why?"

"Hmm~ We Tibetans have a saying - although the light of lightning is strong, it is only an instantaneous existence; The light of the stars is weak, but it is bright all night. I feel like I'm Starlight, not Lightning. With that, Dawa smiled.

"What a beautiful parable...... "I admired in my heart.

There were many small shops on the street, and under Dawa's counsel, I bought a Tibetan robe and a knight's hat in brown Decca fabric. I put on my Tibetan robe, put on my hat, and asked Dawa if I looked like their Kham man. She laughed and said, no.

I asked why not.

She said, "You're not rude enough. ”

Walk on the stone steps into Nilang Temple, the inner side of the corridor is a row of prayer wheels, and the outside side can see green mountains, green waters, idle clouds and flying birds. I plucked the prayer wheel like Dawa. The spinning Mani wheel made a buzzing sound.

"Dawa, you Tibetans like to play with these things, what does this mean?"

"Turning the scriptures is chanting~" Dawa replied with a smile, her voice clear and pleasant. "Turning the scriptures with devotion is the best way to repent of the past, take refuge in disasters, and rest and accumulate merits. Positive rotation of oneself, reversal of others. ”

"Oh, I see."

"That's right~ hehehe. Alas, look over there! Dawa said, all the way to the hillside in the distance.

"What's that?" I looked at the flat slope surrounded by greenery with some confusion.

"That's the Buddha Tower."

"Zhan Fotai?"

"That's right, Zhan Fotai. If you come at the wrong time, if you come in the first month, you will be able to catch the Buddha Festival, and it will be a very lively day. ”

I once read about the Buddha Festival in a book. According to the book, on the day of the Buddha Festival, the monks would stand in four lines, and then unfurl a huge silk Buddha statue on the huge Buddha platform in front of everyone's attention. After the Buddha statue is unfurled, monks and laypeople silently recite scriptures in silence and pray for happiness and good luck! Looking at the Buddha Terrace in front of me, I can imagine how spectacular and sacred it was. It's a pity that I didn't have the chance to see each other.

Mountains, clouds, grasslands, streams, Kham men galloping on horses; Temples, white pagodas, sacred caves, lamas, devout believers with long heads of equal weight; Cattle and sheep, wooden houses, cooking smoke, people, old people and children laughing and running around...... And so on, these beautiful things, these are all God's gifts to Nilang Temple. And the temple has passed on this gift to its children, and to me and to travelers like me.

On the way back, Dawa said that I was different from other tourists. I asked her how it was different.

She thought for a moment and said, "Other tourists will keep taking pictures, but you basically don't take pictures." ”

I smiled and said, "My photography level is not high, and I can't shoot your Zhong Lingyuxiu and outstanding people here, so I simply don't shoot it." I can see with my eyes, and I can see in my heart. ”

At the time of the separation, Dawa did not charge me for the tour guide I paid her, but she also gave me a white hata and a Tibetan proverb that the hat of a slippery person will be thrown away.

I still don't quite understand what Dawa meant by his last words. Are you saying I'm a slippery head? Or do you remind me not to slip my head?

Hahaha~ Whether I am slippery or not in the eyes of this little Tibetan girl, she should regard me as a friend. And it is a blessing to be able to receive this simple recognition and friendship.