Ask the fish for water and the horse for direction.
Ask Buddha about my life.
And me.
I am a dust that broke whose heart?
One Buddha and two fools.
You are in the afterlife.
How can you recognize me at a glance in your life?
-Zhang's poem "Tibetan Poetry"
About six years ago, I was completely hit by these poems, just like entering james hilton's paradise described in Lost Horizon and the Shangri-La-like holy land he saw.
In front of us are vast aquatic plants, and the lone eagle flies into the distance with a cool autumn day in its mouth. Tibetan antelope and yak are strolling in a quiet corner of the grassland.
In the distance, the snowy area is vast, and temples are blooming on the hillside.
Lama's clothes are the only red on the mountain road. The believers who turned over the scriptures crawled on the ground and sang in their hearts.
Mulberry smoke dimly discernible, prayer flags dancing in the strong wind.
But the poet has doubts in his heart. He doesn't know where to go or what is in his heart. So the poet asked again and again, fish, horses, Buddha, and his way home.
2.
Five years ago, during my freshman summer vacation, my friend Eelsen and I took the green leather train T22, passing through Qinghai, Hoh Xil and Tuotuo River.
After arriving in Lhasa, we took a bus from East Passenger Station to Dangxiong.
Hiking from Dangxiong, hitchhiking all the way to Namco.
Thoughts on Turning Classics by the Lake Namu (two foreign songs)
Beautiful Namu Lake
Life is so short.
Seven piles of mulberry smoke in three places of Jingshi
A group of white sheep and four pilgrims.
Get out of one day of the year.
Who, who is wandering on the earth
Increased the burden on hotels and roads.
Who wipes his hands for dinner in a clear sky?
When you can't remember the person you love.
Take the bowl.
This is on the beautiful Namu Lake.
An eagle flight at the end of September
Close to your threshold.
The wind blows across the ribbon and the fish is at the bottom of the water.
Fish's eyes are two windows.
Show Miss Xuelian's sixteen braids.
Beautiful Namu Lake
I find that life is short, in light clothes and care.
Then I saw
Five lamas are chanting and two waterfowl are washing their faces.
Mengtianshan mountain
Before dawn, I dreamed that there were two horses, a white horse and a dark horse.
Like two letters from the world.
Arrive safely in the Tianshan Mountains at night.
A white horse is as white as snow, and a dark horse is as black as night.
One of them is silver and the other is iron.
Two horses are like two letters from the same person.
It's approaching me. When she first thought of me, the wind was combing her hair.
The second time I thought it was because there was a fish gargling.
The river is silent here, and the birds' wings are thin.
The sound of hooves took my place on the earth.
Limited coughing and complaining
Tonight in Tianshan Mountain, it's a double horse kick.
Plus 10 thousand silent horses
It's two letters crawling in the night of this world.
Find my last address and name.
In the past, a woman fell hopelessly in love with the beautiful stripes on the tiger's skin.
The night is like a well, and the road is far into a river.
What's more, the night is as cold as water and the horse's back is wet.
The moon in Tianshan Mountain, the snow in Tianshan Mountain
Divide the whole evening into two parts.
Let me dream of the waist, no hug.
Just fell asleep.
Tonight, the snow lotus girl stands on the Tianshan Mountains.
Her moonlit breasts accompanied her all her life.
Looking at three old wounds in my heart.
In fact, the wound was also opened overnight.
Tonight on the Tianshan Mountains
Two letters from Miss Xuelian
This is a white horse and a dark horse.
Now let's come to Tianshan Mountain.
One of them is silver and the other is iron.
Come down and get ready to take me home.
Return to the eternal ice and snow in Tianshan Mountain.
Suffering, my lover is still in my arms.
Please hold my cold with the temperature of your flame.
Such as the bright moon shining on the bow in Tianshan Mountain.
Two letters in my dream. The horse's snorting is faintly audible.
I stayed in Hermit Village for one night and met a postman.
? This is a demigod with a groundhog on his back.
? I have the address and time.
? An unreachable view to the north of Lhasa
? A demigod who is also a postman.
? Transit increased at dusk.
? Arrive at the hermit village where the rain falls in the rain
? The sky here is very low.
? Temple silence
? The Lama meditation room where I stayed has not been completed yet.
? You came to me like a huge black rolling stone.
? Choke the throat at night
I stood on the mirror-calm lake in Namco, and I couldn't calm my inner excitement for a long time.
If there must be something worth looking up to in life, I think it is the sun, stars and poetry.
3.
A girl asked me yesterday.
"Do you know how to contact Mr. Zhang?"
"Sorry, I don't know."
"The poet's poetry has stopped. I don't know how to contact him. I changed his poem into a song! "
"Are you a music major?"
"No, I taught myself!"
She is looking for a poet, who has been looked for before. I don't know where the poet went and how he lived.
I remember the last sentence he wrote to his daughter:
Winter is deep, add clothes.
Zhang Zixuan,
A poet on horseback.
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In March, the young eagle flies.
A lonely old man with a long head under Potala Palace
Swallow his fate with highland barley wine
There is prosperity and beautiful jade in Balang Street.
Lhasa is very quiet on windy nights.
Deep horseshoes stop in winter.
Who is diligent and clothed?
Author Tang Shiyuan