Reflections on Forty-two Chapters of Qinghai-Tibet
. I have enjoyed it several times in the past two days, and I feel that the author's poem is full of tears. Every time I read it, it will shake my heart. According to the history of Buddhism in China, Forty-two Chapters Classic is the first Buddhist theory introduced to China, which contains many beautiful legends and is fascinating. According to reports, the forty-two chapters are connected with the big and small multiplication classics to explain the wonderful use of Buddha. Old and true, concise, rich and exquisite, simple and simple. I dare not guess whether the author's masterpiece "Forty-two Chapters of Qinghai-Tibet" seeks magical powers. But it is no exaggeration for me to comment on the author's masterpiece with witty remarks, profound feelings, rich imagination and subtle melancholy. The author sang a long tune of helplessness and melancholy for the last Shangri-La that has been lost or is about to be lost, hoping that the times will "put down all sharp weapons and ring the gong of nature with the sun, the moon, the forest and everything." It is really full of rational peace, and it has placed the ardent hope of the times. But the voice of nature comes from conscience and growls at all beings. However, how is reality lost? Man lost himself, became a slave of matter, and finally alienated into other matter, only animal instinct. This is the sorrow of the times. What people have lost or will lose is not only the mystery of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau; The elegance of Shangri-La and the solemnity of Amazon rainforest, the emptiness of Arizona Grand Canyon, the magnificence of Niagara Falls and the charm of Nile Valley, as well as human civilization and people themselves. This is a wonderful satire on the unrestrained desire of human beings. This is not a natural process, but a doomed love. Kant's transition from the realm of necessity to the realm of freedom has become a mirage and Tessa's eternal fantasy. That horrible 20 12 has become a long-term nightmare for westerners. The times will not put down the sharp weapon, but sharpen it so as to grab everything from nature and put on the coat of scientific development. It seems that science makes people happy. This is the paradox of reason. People are very much like a group of irrational animals that Laozi said. "Different people have different opinions, and different people have different opinions." In an irrational era, there are always some rational voices calling for return. In fact, these calling voices are inner contradictions and painful struggles. They believe that development should meet people's spiritual needs, and material enjoyment is not the only purpose of people. If people are children of nature, then people should live in harmony with nature. People need spiritual comfort and catharsis, so why seek it? As described by the author in Chapter 23; "His spirit has been wandering. It is said that the blood from the sky and the earth made him extremely uneasy, and the genes from the faun and the farmer made him tremble. " . Montaigne, a French thinker, kept asking himself, "What am I and what do I know? What can I know? " Montaigne's uneasiness shows the persistence of reason. Yes; ".The Buddha is running away from home. This is the lament of a Buddhist living in a holy land. "(Chapter 3) But where is he going? Where can he go? The world is dirty, where there is pure land. The great monk with noble personality is about to fall into a foreign land, pursuing purity all his life and being passionate about religion. The great monk's nirvana may be colorful, thus singing a solemn and stirring curtain call for the final passing of the pure land. Only sad songs rustle and white clouds float. The author's brushwork is clever and delicate. The observation of things is quite emotional; ".This little ant named" Ge Sang "is regretting his hard work all his life; When the heavy Isuzu truck turned the corner, the dirty exhaust pipe damaged his beautiful mansion. The old horse named Tashi had to lament the backwardness brought by speed. At dusk, they are all sent to an unknown place by heavy snow. "(Chapter 2) The anthropomorphic description reveals the author's infinite sadness. The author's brushwork is full of spring and care; "Snow temporarily covered the grass. A bird landed on the back of a dark horse, and his young figure led the shepherd's pity. When he sowed highland barley, he also knew the eternal beauty of the world. "(Chapter 33) Illusory description deeply touched people and birds in the same boat, as if there was a faint pain. There are many chapters in this subtle connection, so I won't comment on them one by one due to space limitations. The whole "Forty-two Chapters of Qinghai-Tibet" is full of humanistic care and attachment to the beautiful things of the past. Just like a walker who knows the rhythm, he sings and says. The melody is high and low, as pleasant as a clear mountain spring, flowing naturally and beautifully. It is dynamic beauty and majestic love. Some poems are unforgettable. For example, "let my body be as strong and beautiful as a fossil;" (Chapter 16) "Become an anonymous orphan tree that lost its roots in the air;" (Chapter 23) "What can be used to feed malnourished souls?" (Chapter 27), the sentence pattern means chewy. The sketch of sentence patterns is very beautiful and easy to remember. On the whole, this is a long, gloomy and beautiful tune, with a compact structure and one go. Shows the author's ability to control words. The work is sad, peaceful and attached to boxing, which shows the author's deep affection for climbing the plateau and pilgrimage. This is one of the best poems I have read on the Internet. I lingered for several times, and poetry lured me into a long reverie. I will also make a pilgrimage to the thick plateau one day and confess the sins of the world of mortals to God. I know; We "will not die Yu Guangrong's dangerous road to seek the Tao", because God is broad and merciful. Although there is no such touching song dedicated by the author to the snowy area, I will definitely extend my sincere heart and drink to the vast love, just as the author chanted-"You and I met unexpectedly over the mountain, so we sat on the floor, taking mountains and rivers as the heart, ice and snow as the drink, and grass as the flag ... Needless to say, taking heart and love as our feast-cheers." I reposted the Forty-two Chapters of Qinghai-Tibet as follows: Congratulations to the Forty-two Chapters of Qinghai-Tibet-dedicated to my best friends, Jiang Cuo, Wang Yifeng and Zhang Jian, who let me know the value of friendship. 0 1. In vast expanse, flowers and plants that bow their heads and tremble because of the roar of metal watch the train running, and the scenery that penetrates is admired by strangers; The grassland saint, stunned by the singing in the sky, raised her head, and the floating clouds recorded the loss at that moment ... 02. This little ant named "Ge Sang" is regretting the hard work of her life; When the heavy Isuzu truck turned the corner, the dirty exhaust pipe damaged his beautiful mansion. The old horse named Tashi had to lament the backwardness brought by speed. At dusk, they are all sent to unknown places by heavy snow. The Buddha is running away from home. This is the sigh of a Buddhist living in the holy land. His confused eyes are full of ruins and barren hills, residual flowers and fallen trees. 04. The doll at night asked the old man, "Why can't I see the snow leopard you mentioned again?" -The prince in the daytime held a poem sword and gave a silhouette to the sunset. From the blank picture, the beautiful Zhuo Ma played the elegy of Jianghu grass -05. The snow line rises, glaciers melt, and the "green" brought by unaccustomed warmth is too strange-even scary, and I broke out in a sweat. This is not an era of proverbs, so I feel the lost grassland and sadness. 07. So many flowers and plants are covered with tears, is it related to the disappearance of the long tune of the shepherdess? 08. The meteor is particularly sharp tonight! Tonight's video will never come back. Those white anthropologists with high-definition DV in Gyangze, Tibet, who are far away from the soft narrative of things, seem unable to comfort future generations.
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Reflections on the Forty-two Chapters of Qinghai-Tibet (). 09. All kinds of pink faces are piled together, all kinds of soft words are mixed together, and all kinds of tender voices are called together-this is the normal state of the street view of Barkhor Street and the bar called "Nian" after July 2006; Many people, many abandoned daily necessities, let you have no time to collect-they have become sparrows flying into the phoenix nest and become the mainstream elements to replace ancient granite buildings. 10. I entered a long shot. On a foggy morning, only those who can't see clearly. Unemployed people in the salt delivery team squatted under the tent, chewing gum in their mouths, which seemed very comfortable. 1 1. temples, lamas and icons; There are too many tourists around, so we have to enter the black market and get close with high tickets, and our daily life suddenly loses its inherent ease and happiness; A few Amdo pilgrims can't knock into the temple, and their chaos will be the last curtain of the holy land. 12. How many cuckoos are there in the sky? These elves from southern Tibet are afraid to fly to the palace of the holy city for the time being, and the noise prevents them from landing with spring. 13. It was still midnight when I was drunk. The shepherd who turned around alone in the forest was sad-the patchwork scenery turned into a funny deconstruction drama! I won't think much when I wake up tomorrow. 14. I am so powerless that I can't retain or leave a beautiful woman who has left! Who will drink with me tomorrow? 15. I collected water for the grassland in the dry period and put it into the abdominal cavity; I put clouds in my heart for the children in the desolate night; I gave myself to the rock for the beauty of the cholera era. 16. Life! You have to be strong! You want happiness! Let my body be as strong and beautiful as a fossil; Let my heart be as high as the stars in the sky; Let my God and my love become the eternal dream of this century! 17. There is too much dust, and the fuselage of the construction site is magnificent. In the new era, a powerful arm is extended to hold every village; Will the rooster shine tomorrow? 18. overlord! Electronic emperor can't stop it. It makes everything smooth and alienates you and the grass, you and him, you and the birds in your hometown! 19. It's a pity that I am the trouble recorder of this era and have to write down another epoch-making mutation brought about by the giant iron beast that split the Qinghai-Tibet land. 20. Eight Yunnan golden monkeys have been evacuated from the forest for millions of years. This time, it is not the sound of guns, nor the sage who lost the book to preach, but the golden event of the South Asian subcontinent. 2 1. Longri Jiang Cuo, Lang Ze Yvonne Wang and I have been sitting in the suburbs of the Holy City since the afternoon, watching the sun in Xiangga Village sink behind the high peaks, and the Lhasa River once left its bloody light. The speeding trucks on the expressway were busy on the road, and the villagers fell asleep in the dark. I can't see their faces clearly. In the vague shadow, Jiang Cuo broke the silence and said, "Let's go." As he approached the city, Wang suddenly said, "You can still see the Potala Palace at this late hour!" I looked up at the sky, the stars shone and the sky was silent. 22. Look at the fruit festival is coming. Elegant farmer who recites scriptures, keep walking. Mulberry smoke fluttered in the fields, and highland barley was covered with morning dew. The villagers who turned around stood in front of the stupa. They poured out, poured out everything about themselves. The gate of the ancient manor exposed the broken wall of The Secret Behind, the raven's ghost nest was too huge, and the hanging turquoise bell was very strange. 23. Zahi Bing Zo, a snow sage from Kangba, lamented his life experience. He has been wandering in spirit. It is said that the blood from the sky and the earth made him extremely uneasy, and the genes from the faun and the agricultural elite made him tremble. There are too many uncertainties about his choice and destination. Is he heading for the temple or the muddy water of the Central Plains? Perhaps, after a few years, there will be four kinds of results: a. He has nowhere to convert and becomes an unknown orphan tree hanging in the air; B. He went straight to the wild garden in Qamdo along the maternal Xue Jing and rode diligently in the intoxicating chanting; C. He was impressed by the loess incense cultivated by his father and eagerly communicated with suspicious residents; He became a cosmopolitan who confused race and culture, and a weak repairman of human peace. 24. The reclusive monk in the secret garden swore that he would only talk to 108 Gesang flowers, and besides, he would be silent for life. -Silence until the mountains are boiling and the ancient sea is flying. 25. A piece of Wang Yang is floating. The woman carrying water in the morning was attracted by the strange roar; At this time, the breeze blows the cypress, the fragrance gradually dissipates, the heavy body of the cow moves piles of shadows, and the huge testicles of the bull are round and full of tension. From its stench, I know that the last moment of spring has arrived. 26. memories! The small fish hatched on the ice looked around with silver eyes, and mother left helplessly with the river! The inescapable fate is indicated by time and future. The moon is in the river, the stars are in the forest, and the fire is on the pumice road. 27. I see, we are bidding farewell to thousands of years of celebrations. In the future, it is not just tribal gods who are exiled. So, what can be used to feed malnourished souls? What kind of body doesn't have to accept suspicious food in suffering? 28.love Why not? Open your chest and fill them with wine. Peace is born in reincarnation like a dream, and the blunt stab cannot be shaken. Beauty with mountains and rivers will not fall on the glorious and dangerous road of seeking. 29. I said-fellow traveler: Let's run wild on the green grass. Onlooker: Why not drink manna? Leader: also click on the paralyzed nerve with your hammer. Others: We sing with our hearts. 30. After many years, I still see hurricanes and tsunamis in South Asia-you and I crossed the hills and met unexpectedly, so we sat on the floor, with mountains and rivers as our hearts, snow as our drinks and grass as our flags ... Needless to say, let's take heart and love as our feast-cheers! Standing on the edge of the forest, I saw Dum coming with a golden lamp in his hand. The mountains and rivers by the river are hidden in the waves like islands, and 100 thousand pairs of arms covered with azaleas are coming to me. 32. Stranger who has never said a word: Your feet across the grass are as crisp as Yu Pei, your fuzzy face is as pure as the moon, and the fragrance of your whole body is intoxicated with the lambs along the way! 33. Snow temporarily covered the grassland. A bird landed on the back of a dark horse, and his young figure led the shepherd's pity. When he sowed highland barley, he also knew the eternal beauty of the world. 34. Suddenly the dust flew in, and the monks in the holy city began to recite prayers for peace. A beggar basking in the sun is crying. He stretched out his hands to the sky, and his narrowed eyes did not lose their light because of the dust. 35. drepung monastery's crazy followers are knocking on his gong again. A wandering female artist matched his drum with her dance, and this moment has an indescribable warmth for me. 36. I looked at that ancient painting that has been handed down for thousands of years, and I learned the wonderful truth among birds, rabbits, monkeys and elephants. I looked at the newspaper of the day in my hand, which was filled with smoke, lotus flowers and parting. The explosion in the news and the money rolling in completely puzzled the minds of several real lamas-the consequences of retreat and meditation, the boiling weather of all beings and the loss of thousands of flowers and shadows-in the mountains, although the sun was shining, the chill from the shadows forced China to flee to the distance from time to time. 37. In the place that became the "Huang Huang", I met countless gray-haired old people with prayer wheels, and noticed the white hair and beads on their heads and the rosary on their necks-from then on, these arms soaked by time will no longer be able to resist their hair, and gradually, they will no longer live on weeds. 38. Tibetan antelopes galloped on the Qiangtang grassland, and a winter snowstorm filled the world-snow leopards waited for opportunities, shining all over and walking through the snow; A snow chicken first reported the news to us. 39. Guess what? When everything disappears, Namco's water will be bluer. Under the rolling mountains in its four fields, there are almost no hairless red foxes, and their play seems unaffected. 40. Pakuo Street: It's a leisurely winter day. The fishy smell of the whole street and the classics of mumbling represent a kind of pure beauty of human beings. I am very happy. The sun's dazzling rain has been splashing: I'm warm, too. 4 1. From the Xuefeng of Qilian Mountain at the eastern end of Qinghai-Tibet Plateau to Gangdise Mountain next to Yongcuo in Mabian, I have long noticed the sound of harmony between man and god: they have never stopped and never been silent. Before, I have roamed the snowy area, watched the gathering and scattering of eagles, heard the ballads of highland barley grinding on the Yarlung Zangbo River, and learned the purification of fearless language in the cave closed by saints. Now, I will return to the people's soil here or in any pure area. I am willing and happy. In this life, my recitation can only be more real, so that I can stop and listen to a busy "expedition" for a lifetime. 42. Who are you? When you come, stay, then eat, then drink, and then party in the valley-but please: put down all sharp weapons and ring the gong of nature with the sun, the moon, the forest and all living things. If so: then you also take everything in my hands. If this is not enough, I want to enjoy the only religious soul with you. In 2006, in the drunken village of Lhasa.
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