He feels that he has the last trace of himself in this world in his hand, which is also the last thing he wants to think about.
Three days of silence.
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The room is very warm, even in such cold weather, it can still make people wake up calmly. There is no cold fatigue overnight.
Little Lama knew that Zhang Qiling's homework had not been finished. He looked at him and went out early in the morning. He came to the stone in the yard and knocked aimlessly. The guru said that the final shape of the stone was what Zhang Qiling wanted.
Zhang Qiling needs to know who he is, and he also needs to understand the concept of "thinking".
The little Lama felt very strange. Unlike others, others are born with the desire and motivation of what I need to do and think. And this man named Zhang Qiling seems to be born unable to understand these two points.
If you don't take the initiative to talk to him, he can be in a daze all day. His brothers said that Zhang Qiling seemed to forget to tell the postman the destination, but the little Lama didn't think so. The little Lama thinks that if the postman doesn't know the destination, he will be as anxious as an ant on hot bricks, because the postman has the idea of delivering things to the destination. And Zhang Qiling, just like the Buddha, if he is not needed between heaven and earth, where is he? He doesn't even have the desire to think.
But the guru said that Zhang Qiling was not the Buddha.
There is no Buddha before, and life without desire is a stone.
Zhang Qiling needs to find his own "thoughts". The guru asked him to refine stones in the yard every day, as long as he had a "thought" about what the stones would become. That stone will take on a meaningful shape.
It's been almost a year, and the stones are getting smaller and smaller, and they are still irregular.
So Zhang Qiling still can't see that woman.
This woman has been in the temple much longer than Zhang Qiling, and it is said that she was excavated under the sea of ice. The woman was not trapped there, but buried in a frozen grave.
There is only a hidden sea of flowers in the shady pit of Nanga Bawali. There are many shadows on the ice there. It is said that this is the tomb of a tribe. Only the Lama of this temple knows the existence of that place. He is just 16 years old this year. He was told the secret on his birthday, but he didn't go to see it once.
Only by going into the mountains in July every year and walking for a month can we reach that place. Those shadows are buried deep in the ice, and they only go in once every ten years, and they don't know what they are doing. Only the cleverest guru can know the way to that place.
Ten years ago, the guru who went in brought out a frozen body. He is only six years old, and he clearly remembers the woman's appearance. He heard the conversation between the gurus. This woman is not dead, but she is not alive.
She was placed in a room. The little Lama only knows that she is a beautiful woman with a white face, unlike Tibetan skin color. She was respectfully put on a felt and carried into the room. The whole process was like sleeping, and the moving part did not move.
No one has been in that room since then.
It was not until nine years later that Zhang Qiling came to the temple and told the woman what she looked like.
But the guru wouldn't let him see that woman.
A guru told Zhang Qiling to stay here for several years: You are like a stone, there is no difference between seeing and not seeing.
"Since you come to this woman named White Horse, you should have something on your mind. Why can't I carve anything up to now? " The little Lama asked Zhang Qiling who was taking a lunch break after class in the morning.
Zhang Qiling sat in the yard, sitting on a bigger stone among the rubble he had hewn out. No one answered.
The little Lama was used to his reaction and said to himself, "Where did you get the idea of coming here?" . You start thinking about it somewhere. How can you say you are a stone? I really don't understand the thoughts of the masters. "
Zhang Qiling looked at him, noncommittally.
He took a bite of Baba, put his things aside and carefully wrapped them up, and continued to beat stones.
The little Lama continued to look at him, and behind him came a Tibetan in a blue robe.
This man is a craftsman invited by the temple, and the blue robe craftsman is the best. Their family has been passed down to the ninth generation, and their craftsmanship is still as good. The craftsman patted the little Lama on the shoulder and told him not to disturb Zhang Qiling.
"He walked here aimlessly and then suddenly said the name." The craftsman told the little Lama, "He didn't even know it was a name."
"How do you come to the temple again. Is there anything broken here? Or is there another stone falling from the mountain? "
The craftsman said softly, "Master asked me to put the beam and stove behind that house."
"Which house?"
The craftsman looked at Zhang Qiling, and the little Lama understood. He wanted to know, "Did the guru finally admit that he was thinking?"
He looked at the strange shapes carved by Zhang Qiling, with no rules. This look seems to be the same as when it first started a year ago.
The craftsman pointed to the ground. In the midday sun, the little Lama saw the shadow of the strange stone carved by Zhang Qiling. The shadow turned out to be the shape of a person, just like the posture of Zhang Qiling sitting on a stone just now. He must look at his shadow during his lunch break every day, and then follow the first chisel of the shadow.
The little Lama smiled, and he was happy for Zhang Qiling from the bottom of his heart.
"How do you practice Buddhism?" The craftsman seems to have some regrets. He asked the little Lama.
The little Lama smiled and didn't respond. The craftsman continued: "Many people say that girls have no hearts at first, so no one can hurt them, so the devil sent boys and pursued handsome guys to make them have hearts." When they have a heart, everything in the world can hurt them. Therefore, we let a person have a heart, perhaps to hurt him better. "
That night, Zhang Qiling was taken into a room that had been closed for ten years and met his mother.
For him at that time, everything was still too hasty for him to understand.
The white horse didn't fully wake up. When the medicinal properties of Tibetan sea flower faded, she was only three days away from real death. However, she has been waiting for these three days for too long.
Zhang Qiling didn't get any information from White Horse.
He didn't even hear his mother calling him.
He didn't feel that his mother brought him a little connection with the world, as others said.
The only thing he felt was the breath of his mother's slow recovery. His pale face only recovered a little blood color, and then suddenly became desolate.
All this still seems too hasty.
Do all these white horses know?
She agreed. She woke up from a deep sleep and lost any chance to open her eyes. But she knew that when the lamas woke her up as agreed, her son must be by her side.
It must be a child with flesh and blood, sensing the joys and sorrows of the world, and she can feel the warmth of her son.
His breath, his heartbeat, he really came.
She tried her best to buy herself three days. Although this is not enough, it is far from enough. She wants to see all the fragments and moments of the child's growth. However, three days, three days of silence, only heartbeat and breathing, is all she can do.
Zhang Qiling grabbed his mother's hand. He doesn't know why he did it. He thinks all this is still too hasty.
Zhang Qiling grabbed his mother's hand. He didn't know why he did it, but he felt an emotion he had never felt before. He feels that he has the last trace of himself in this world in his hand, which is also the last thing he wants to think about.
No one entered the room, and no sound entered the room.
Three days of silence.
"You can't be a stone, so that your mother can't feel your existence." A year ago, the guru said to him, "You should learn to think and miss. The first and last gift your mother will give you will be your heart covered by those people. "
Three days later, Zhang Qiling came to the stone room. He habitually picked up the chisel and began to chisel.
He doesn't know what he dug this thing for.
He chiseled a few times and suddenly found the chisel in his hand and realized what he was doing. Almost at the same time, an irresistible pain welled up in his mind.
In the snow, he sat down and curled up.
Tibetan sea flowers were silent for three days.
It's done.
This is not the story of Hidden Flowers, but the background story of Zhang Qiling's fan song Silence for Three Days. ...
Planning: Childe Wu Jun
Producer: Shi Zailan.
Composer: Lily He _ Go through the bar and beat eggs.
Arranged by: Lily He _ Crossing Bars and Fried Eggs.
Lyrics: incomparable
Singing: River Map
Later period: Eric Zhou
Original poster: Relito
Artist: Hiragi, New Jersey
Calligraphy: NPCCC
Special thanks: Beichen
Album: No embers
Lyrics:
The sky was bright and new snow began to fall.
Mountains and rivers overlap and flowers are swaying.
See the world once, but seldom.
Only a vague love eyebrow eye.
My heart is like a stone. Is sadness and happiness between one thought?
Silence is only because there is no promise in the world.
But someone has spent their whole lives taking advantage of your existence.
You sent her away quietly.
She just wants to see your tearless eyes.
I woke up many years later, and I learned to miss.
But these images never appeared again.
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The dark blue sky is full of blood.
The flag turns over and the eagle spins low.
The wind blew across the wilderness and sang goodbye.
Three days of silence have flowed for thousands of years.
My heart is like a stone. Is sadness and happiness between one thought?
Silence is only because there is no promise in the world.
But someone has spent their whole lives taking advantage of your existence.
You sent her away quietly.
She just wants to see your tearless eyes.
I woke up many years later, and I learned to miss.
But these images didn't appear.
You used to be there for her.
She only touched your hesitant fingertips.
Stone carvings were found and kept on the back of memory.
But no one wants to understand your persistence.
Three days of silence turned into great changes.
Ps: The content comes from Baidu Encyclopedia. ......