"Do you see me or not/I'm here/I'm not sad or happy", "Do you want me/I'm here/I'm not coming or going" and "You love me/I don't love me/I'm here/I'm not increasing or decreasing". The whole poem uses parallelism rhetoric to repeatedly recite the love in the poet's heart that will not change no matter how things change, with a strong sense of rhythm and good organization.
Since ancient times, love has been a topic sung by countless people. Too many beautiful poems prove the beauty of love, but also prove that love is a heartbreaking injury. Looking back at the beautiful snowy plateau, the affectionate Cangyang Jiacuo went to the banquet because of lovesickness. Is it fate or doom? At dawn, people read a clear footprint left by a person on the snowfield, which quickly and powerfully connected the Potala Palace with the depths of the alley, so they were puzzled, pondered and then marveled. While singing the name of love calmly, Cangyang Jiacuo also wrote a betrayal of religion. Think of the helplessness and helplessness of Cangyang Jiacuo as a living Buddha. Although he couldn't change those rules and regulations, he still chose to deviate from the right path, give up his rights and change his destiny. How much courage does it take? If love is not true and pure, what power makes him give up his rights? There is only one answer: because of love.
In the long river of time, time can annihilate everything, but how much can people remember forever? However, Cangyang Jiacuo did this with his true and pure love and poetry. Cangyang Jiacuo's love poems have been translated into many languages and widely circulated, making people remember him forever, even though centuries have passed.
In today's utilitarian real society, how many people's love can reach this true and pure state of selflessness? How many people love that no matter how the world changes, this situation will not change? In the world of mortals, although I have realized that there is no self in the highest state of love, with the disturbance of the world, my heart has gradually lost this feeling. Maybe there are too many realistic factors in real life that make it difficult to reach the realm of love in your heart. Perhaps there is too much helplessness in the world of mortals. However, Cangyang Jiacuo did it. He is truly and purely in love, without a trace of fame and fortune, and gave up his position and rights for love.
Reading this true and pure love and poem, I am not only moved and sighed, but also have an unspeakable mood. Cangyang Jiacuo's poems are like the sounds of nature, which shake the soul and touch the heart. Without a trace of pure love, they knock on the door for a long time.
Yang Jiacuo, the sixth largest visitor to Cang, deserves to be called a generation of passionate monks. His poems, whether passionate or calmly lingering, also contain an inseparable affection. From "That Me" "That year, I kowtowed to climb the mountain, not to see you, but to stick to your warmth." To "watch", "you follow me, or you don't follow me, my hand is in your hand, don't give up." It's all like this. When feelings come, they are easy to be passionate and lingering. It is not easy to be as light as a cloud and as quiet as a deep stream. Seeing and not seeing, showing such a quiet affection, just like the breeze and bright moon, drizzling banana. Such feelings have no thirst, no deep sigh, and no pain of flame burning and arrow piercing the heart. In Look and See, we can't see the lingering feelings, but we can read a rock-solid affection. Just a few simple words, a few clear words. There are no twists and turns, ups and downs of the rhythm, but it constitutes a thousand turns and surging feelings. Such feelings are like magma surging underground, which is strong enough to break through rocks, but the surface is calm. This comes from profound Buddhist cultivation and wisdom.
Such feelings, such as grass attached to the ground, clouds attached to the sky, the stars love the moon. I will not disturb your life, nor will I disturb your peace. I just like you silently and never give up! Loving you has become a habit. This kind of love is only an equal word from beginning to end, and it is an equal word that has long foreseen everything. I know that this kind of love will not have a result, and I also know that this kind of waiting is doomed to be hopeless, which I can't grasp in this life and the next. I still won't change my mind. This reminds us of the mother's love for her children and the bodhisattva's love for all beings. This is unconditional love, and great love is speechless.
This kind of waiting seems to be a kind of waiting in the bones, and it is an innate waiting. This kind of waiting will not increase half a point or decrease half a point because you don't look back or stay.
This kind of waiting is entirely out of nature, like a stream flowing slowly around a ravine, like a flute blowing through a bamboo forest. This is a kind of life, as simple as waiting for the moon to rise and set every day; Just as it is natural to wait for flowers to bloom in spring, cicadas to sing in summer, fallen leaves in autumn and snowflakes in winter.
When waiting, you can read and write, recite poems and paint, enjoy flowers and play the piano; You can taste fragrant tea, smell insects, watch catkins flying and smell snowflakes falling silently; I will never forget you. It doesn't matter whether you know or not, and it doesn't matter whether you know or not; I don't care whether you like it or not. Although such love has no vows of eternal love, it will always stick to its post; This kind of love will not move because of external interference and disputes, because they will always be in the bottom of my heart, a quiet corner. As Master Hongyi said, love is a kind of pity.
The seasons change, and it's only time that passes in a hurry. And my feelings for you will always be fixed at the initial acquaintance. No desire, no desire, no sorrow, no injury; I don't think it's too far across Qian Shan. Close at hand, I don't think so. Love you, waiting for you, is a good mood, not lonely because of the lack of the moon; Will not be lonely because of the full moon. Your clear and faint back will always accompany me, silently remembering and watching in every spring, summer, autumn and winter. It doesn't matter whether the sentient beings I love love themselves or not. As long as I love you, love is in my heart. This is what Buddhists say, whether it is bitter or not. As long as there is love, seeing and seeing are the same! Even if the sea leaves the waves, the Buddha's compassion for all beings will never leave. What Cangyang Jiacuo brings us is the fetters of life without worrying about fame and fortune, drifting in the world of mortals with a detached attitude.
You look at me, or you can't see me, I'm there, I'm not sad or happy-I'm not moving, my heart is not moving, my nature is not moving, I can't see you, I'm sad or not happy, you and I are self-expression, and if you don't look at my feelings, I won't come or go-I'm full of emotions, heartless, nothing more than self-expression, instant emptiness and nowhere to go. Whether you love me or not, whether you love me or not has not increased or decreased, all of which are caused by previous lives. In this life, there is an existing creation. Love and not love are illusory in essence. Love is the transfer of noumenon and self, and the nature does not move. How can self-nature increase or decrease? "Heart Sutra" says: it is neither born nor destroyed, nor polluted, nor increased or decreased.
Whether you come with me or not, my hand is in your hand-I don't want to leave, I don't want to go, I don't want to be merciful, and I feel extremely sad. What is the essential difference between my hand and yours? How far is your heart from mine?
Come to my arms or let me live in your heart. All sentient beings have a bodhi desire to get rid of evil, practice kindness and give alms, that is to say, they can enter the bodhisattva's great compassion. In other words, they can wipe off the dust on the mirror, let the self be revealed, wash the inner troubles with the rain of Buddhism, and let the light of Prajna enter our ignorant hearts. All sentient beings are the root, and all buddhas and bodhisattvas are proud. Forgiving all sentient beings with great compassion can achieve the wisdom and results of all buddhas and bodhisattvas. Silent love is very different from silent nirvana-like silence, bathing happiness, love-hate parting, life and death, moonlight in the water, eternal smile, wind and language. Tired, tired, let's come to Cangyang Jiacuo to interpret this most beloved guru in the history of Tibetan Buddhism, who comes from profound Buddhist cultivation and open-minded and wise poems. These inseparable wisdom of Prajna, this knowledgeable, charming, affectionate and just saint area tutor brings us refreshing happiness, great wisdom and wisdom that never forgets human nature and transcends life.