"I live in the Potala Palace. I am the biggest king in the snow; I wander on the streets of Lhasa. I am the most beautiful lover in the world." Many people, like me, start to approach Tsangyang Gyatso, approach this young man who always blooms like flowers in the holy land of the

"Live in the Potala Palace, I am the biggest king in the snow; wandering on the streets of Lhasa, I am the most beautiful lover in the world." Many people, like me, started to approach Tsangyang Gyatso, approached this young man who always bloomed like flowers in the holy land of the Western Regions, approached this Buddha who once was in the world, loved, helped, happy and sad.

throws the stones in the lake, causing layers of ripples. You just walk by lotus, as clear as Qinghai Lake , as brilliant as Gesang Flower , when you look back, save all living beings, you pick up the flower and smile, from now on, the world is gentle. The snow in Lhasa was rubbed into the sunshine, illuminating the fog of the world, from Awang to Tsangyang Gyatso, from the carefree boy, to the king of the holy land sitting alone above ten thousand people, from the blessed land of the people blessed by Padmasambhava, to the Potala Palace in Lhasa, flowers bloom and fall, and cause and condition are destroyed, and after the cleansing of time, he is as clear as before. I once read a poem about Tsangyang Gyatso. A passage that made me unforgettable, "For this short distance, he seemed to have walked for a long time, from falling flowers to blooming." "This person is different from others. When he walked to his side, it seemed that the four seasons of life had been suspended, and all of them were filled with the cool autumn moment. When he looked up at you, maples were red everywhere, and the wildlife was filled with this quiet and sweet fragrance. His young heart had never been like that moment. Quietness, Three Thousand Worlds no longer exists, only he meets him in this mustard seed, time is long and time is long. "This is a monologue in the heart when he first met Eba Qinbo, the great fifth generation, and the same is true for me. Facing Tsangyang Gyatso, all the dust in his heart no longer exists, there is only a tranquility and indifference, both warm and sad, because he is the rose crying in front of the Buddha.

They said that he is Buddha. They said that in the past, he was the powerful and powerful Ebaqinbo in the distant time and on the other side of his life. They said that he would bring peace and joy to all living beings, and he would bring love and blessings to all believers. But they also said that he is Tsangyang Gyatso and he cannot love him. In a flash, he also thought of letting go of the ego and concern in his heart, walking towards the vast world, and scattering his soul like stars to the people. But Diba Sanjie Gyatso used house arrest and forced to tell him who is the real king. Behind the seemingly calm and holy Potala, there was a bloody political storm. In addition to Diba , there was Mongolian power, and outside Mongolia, Emperor Kangxi, who was sitting in the Central Plains, and the grasslands that the iron cavalry stepped on. Only power can determine life and death, not him, Tsangyang Gyatso, this Buddha who was far away from the world. How many times have he woken up in the magnificent palace of Lhasa. He asked himself again and again, "This is a dream," a melancholy and ridiculous dream. The sky of waves is as deep as the sea. On the golden top, the sound of magic snails sounded, and the mulberry smoke rose up and rushed towards the sky, but he couldn't see himself clearly. What he didn't see was the Tibetan boy who loved Zhuoma happily and freely.

He melted his warmth and loss into the drops of blood and tears in the poem, quietly flowing into the moonlight of the eternal night, shining on the deep palaces of Lhasa, and into the hearts of thousands of lovers, it is bright and dim, just like the shattered galaxy night rain on the ground.

He said, "Leave so much love in the world, welcome thousands of changes in the world, do happy things with lovers, don't ask whether it is a disaster or a fate"; he said, "This is a world of sway, and sway means regret"; he said, "At that moment, I ascended to become an immortal, not for immortality, but just to bless you with peace and joy." He said, "The origin of serration is destroyed, and fate is empty, and I was as innocent as you were. ”. See through, let go, and be at ease. “At this moment, he just wants to stay away and let his soul fly freely in the vast sky of Tibet.” In the end, this holy king who has been in the mud of the world for 24 years, Wandering Buddha, walked towards Qinghai Lake. The quiet lake filled with stars and moonlight, let life move towards eternity in this form. All political games and life ups and downs are obliterated in the dust of history, but his heart is still clear.

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