She is a violet in front of the Buddha, quiet and elegant, with a hint of purple in the moonlight. This lotus pond is where she grew up. Since the sun rose and the moon cleared up, she stayed in this place for countless days and nights, listening to the same Sanskrit and watching the same scenery every day. Maybe this life is a bit monotonous, but she is not boring. Why? Maybe it's because of him, the man in the blue suit, the man who makes her feel ripples at the thought.
Sure enough, he came again, after nearly a thousand years. Every night, he would come down in the moonlight and sit by the lotus pond. The dim moonlight enveloped him and her. Only in this way can she look at his eyebrows carefully and engrave his outline in her heart. He looked at Lianchi quietly, and his eyes seemed to fall on her, but she knew that he was not looking at himself, but at the world of mortals under him. She knows his heart. She knows he doesn't like it here. This place, in the eyes of others, is extremely sacred. There was silence everywhere. She knows that he yearns for the worldly life, and the lotus pond under him is the only place that leads to it. He wants to leave, but he can't He is a big disciple under the Buddha's seat and can't leave so easily. So he can only come to this place every night, looking at this place he wants to go but can't, overflowing the loneliness and her love of the next place.
In the morning, the first ray of sunshine fell on her, and his figure had already gone to the remote part of the pool. Anyway, during the day, he will still be the big disciple who admires all the younger brothers and satisfies the Buddha. And she also began to practice, not to live forever, nor to be admired by others, but to become human as soon as possible, to be with him, and to stretch out her hand to smooth the sadness between his eyebrows. She believes that this day is not far away.
This day is a very special day for her. There are no beautiful lotus flowers in the pool, but there is a graceful woman by the pool. Looking at the reflection in the pool, she was ecstatic. She succeeded. Yes, she succeeded. Nearly a thousand years of practice finally helped her become a human form. Will he like himself like this? Looking at the woman in the pool, she was a little uneasy. However, he should like it. Isn't this the day when he studied hard for thousands of years? Now she should tell him the good news, so she turned and left quickly. But when she turned to leave, she didn't see the figure coming slowly from the other side, the person she was anxiously looking for. Maybe sometimes fate is such a trick. If you miss it, you miss it. She looked everywhere, but she didn't want to see the surrounding scenery. She only wanted to see the familiar figure, but there was no, nowhere. Kneel in front of the Buddha and ask him to tell me where he went. Buddha said: Under the lotus pond. Under the lotus pond? Did he abandon everything after all? But why, why not wait, why not wait for her, just wait a little longer. She collapsed to the ground, sobbing, and finally it was too late. No, she can't just give up. She'll find him. Yes, find him. She struggled to get up and ran to the lotus pond without hesitation, but she didn't hear a deep sigh from the air.
this life
I was born in a place called Joan Street. There are parents who love me, and there are mountains and rivers I love. My mother named me Dawa Zhuoma, which means the goddess of the moon. My mother said that the day before she gave birth to me, she dreamed that a woman dressed in lavender stood in the moonlight and smiled at her. She is a very beautiful woman, not as beautiful as a mortal. I can't deny what my grandmother said I grew up under the care of my parents, and I was very happy, except for one thing that puzzled me but I couldn't tell others. I have always dreamed of a place I have never been to, but I feel familiar with it, with faint moonlight, clear lotus pond, elegant violets and a touch of blue by the pool. Go to him, go to him, a woman's voice echoes in my ear. Who are you? Who is he? No one answered me, leaving me only a deep sigh. With the emergence of dreams more and more frequently, my mood is getting more and more agitated. Who is he? Why do you want me to find him? Why do I feel a little heartache when I look at that back?
Grandma sees me unhappy, but I don't know why. I didn't know how to confide in her, so I just kept silent. Until one day, my grandmother told me that Mei Duo from the same village was going to play in Lhasa with some friends from the village and asked me if I wanted to go out with them. Mei Duo is my very good friend. Some of my colleagues have been there many times, so my grandmother is not worried about what will happen on the road, but she is more worried about my present state. Originally, I didn't want to go out, but I couldn't speak when I saw my grandmother's worried eyes and refused. I have been immersed in my own world, but I have not found grandma's increasingly worried eyes, nor have I found the white hair quietly growing from her sideburns. I knew I couldn't go on like this, so I agreed to their invitation, but I didn't know that the wheel of fate was only turning now.
When I first came to Lhasa, Mei Duo was very novel about everything here, which was different from the tranquility in the village. Very lively, people come and go, a wide variety of goods, all kinds of selling. Mei Duo said that she likes it here very much and asked me if I like it here. This is my first time here, too, but I'm not as excited as Mei Duo. That dream still haunts me, like a talon that I can't get rid of, but I can't bear to let everyone down. I can only smile at Mei Duo's smiling face. I smiled and nodded. So, we stayed in Lhasa for a while and decided to stay here for a long time. The next day, my colleague Nanka said that she would take us to a place where many young men and women sing, dance and drink every day. Nanka said that it was built by a man named Dangsang Wang Bo, and he invited young men and women in Lhasa to finish it together every day. Nanka also said that when San Wang Bo is a great place. Mei Duo showed great interest in that place, and then she looked at me imploringly. Looking at her expression, I couldn't help but be heartbroken and promised to go with everyone. As South Carolina said, it's beautiful, just like a paradise, and people from the same industry quickly blend in and play with others. Mei Duo soon found me standing there in a daze. She dragged me in front of a group of people. She said, Zhuo Ma, please sing a song for everyone, and let those unhappy things disappear with the song. It turned out that she had already discovered that I was wrong, but she didn't know how to persuade me. She had to ask South Carolina, which is familiar with this place, and decided to take us to Longwangtan Scenic Resort Scenic Area, a paradise. Looking at everyone's eyes, I smiled, and the crisp song hovered in everyone's ears. At this moment, I felt a lot of eyes, turned my head, and a handsome face came into view. Although it is the first time we meet, it seems that eyebrow eyes have been portrayed in our hearts for thousands of times. He was obviously laughing, but I saw the sadness between his eyebrows and felt a sharp pain in my heart.
Noting my eyes, Mei Duo told me that it was when Sang Wang Bo. He came up to me with a smile, and he said, your singing is beautiful. His voice is very beautiful, like a breeze blowing, I smiled and said thank you to him. We had a good chat that day. I don't know why, I always have unspeakable joy when I am with him. Even the nightmares I have been having have been forgotten by me. After I went back that night, I miraculously didn't have that dream again. In the next few days, I will go to that place every day, just because he is there, I know I like him, and I think he should like me, too. A few days later, Mei Duo and others will go back, but I'm not going back. Mei Duo knows what I'm thinking, so she's worried. I gave her a reassuring smile and sent them away. In the following days, we sang and danced together in Longwangtan Scenic Resort scenic spot during the day, walked hand in hand in the moonlight at night, and drank highland barley wine in the yard. That time was the happiest time in my life. I remember everything he said. He said, Zhuo Ma, your eyes are like an jar of wine, which fascinates people. He said, Zhuo Ma, I like your singing, as fascinating as the breeze. He said, Zhuo Ma, sing me a song. . . . . . Every time he comes to me, his brow is sad and tired. I never asked him who he was, because I was vaguely afraid of the answer. He is just my failure, just my failure. Until one day, it was said that Dangsang Wang Bo in Lhasa was actually a sacred living Buddha in Potala Palace. How is that possible? It's impossible. When I saw him at night, I told him it was a joke. At the same time, I also long for him to pat me on the forehead with a smile as usual and say some nonsense. But he didn't, leaving me only silence. After a long time, he said, one day, with your hand, the drama of * * * turned into the world of mortals. He looked me in the eye. You have to trust me. One day, we will be as free as a breeze, so it doesn't matter who I am. Okay, I believe you. I smiled and nodded to him. He held out his hand and held me in his arms. We will be together forever, forever, so nothing else matters, nothing else matters. Yes, that's all right. I echoed him softly, but I couldn't calm down. He said that he likes the wind, he likes the feeling in the wind, because the wind is free, perhaps because that kind of freedom he doesn't have, so will we really have that day?
This day, I stayed alone in the house, and there was a knock at the door outside. I opened the door. I hadn't seen her for a long time. It turns out that when Sang Wangbo's identity has been exposed. It was snow, and the snowstorm exposed his trail. "Come back with us, son." Grandma caressed my cheek and said lovingly. Looking at my parents who came in a hurry, fatigue and worry made them look much older, but I couldn't. How can I leave him at this time? I sipped my mouth and shook my head, but my tears could not be suppressed. Tears welled up in my eyes. Dad looked at me and sighed. I know they love me. They will never force me to do something I don't want to do. I refused to go back with them, so my parents had to accompany me. I know they don't trust me, and I feel guilty. My mother silently said on my head, silly child, there is nothing else to say. And the next period of time, Wang Bo never appeared. I think he's locked up, and I'm not. Although my parents asked me to stay, until that day, they didn't want me to go out easily.
That day, Dad hurried back from the outside, saying that the outside was broken. The first war between Jie Jia Cuo and La Zang Khan in Bashang ended in Sangjie Jia Cuo's failure and his execution. As a puppet of Sangjie Jiacuo, Cangyang Jiacuo became the next target of La Zang Khan. I heard that Razan Khan wrote to the emperor that Cangyang Jiacuo was unruly and asked the emperor to abolish it. The emperor agreed to his request and ordered Cangyang Jiacuo to be escorted to Beijing. . . . . . Dad said something else, but my ears buzzed and I was escorted to Beijing. . . . . . These words have been hovering in my mind. How could they treat him like that? They can't treat him like that. I turned and ran out, ignoring the anxious call of my parents behind me. I hurt him. I hurt him. If it weren't for me, maybe they wouldn't have an excuse to deal with him. There are many people in the street, and everyone is heading for Potala Palace. His Royal Highness the Potala Palace, everyone knelt down to pray for more living buddhas, while several monks stood firmly at the entrance of the main hall, confronting a group of people. Finally, pedestrians began to attack the monks and people.
"Stop it!" There was a voice mixed with anger in the hall. It was a familiar voice, but it felt strange at this time. He came out of the hall, and the golden sun shone on him, which was very solemn. "I'll go with you, but don't hurt them." Suddenly there was a loud cry, and the pedestrians put heavy shackles on him. His eyes swept through the crowd with a touch of softness, but when he saw me, he looked away.
I came to places I haven't been to for a long time, moonlight, lotus pond, violets and that blue coat. The difference is that there is a purple figure in front of me. "Who are you?" She turned around and I saw a face almost identical to mine. "You, you are. . . . . . "
"I am you." She smiled and said to me, "Does this place feel familiar, and what about him?" She pointed to the blue.
"He is. . . . . . "At this moment, he turned his head, that face, that familiar face, that eyebrow eye and the sadness in his eyes, how come, how come? Images flashed before my eyes, thousands of years of practice, companionship in the moonlight, excitement in early adulthood, and dedication of the lotus pond.
"Remember?" It's not a woman's voice in my ear.
"Buddha." I turned and bowed. Yes, I remember. I'm not Dawa Zhuoma, I'm a violet in front of the Buddha.
"Come back." Buddha looked at me lovingly.
"What about him?" I looked under me.
"Dust to dust, soil to soil."
"Dust to dust, dirt to dirt. . . . . . "I am confused to repeat what the Buddha said, he will forget me, forget Dawa Zhuoma, and forget the oath of * * * playing the world of mortals?
I can't help laughing. "Praying for Buddha makes me feel good for a while and be with him."
"No regrets?" Buddha asked.
"No regrets."
"Idiot." The Buddha sighed.
Crazy? Maybe, you like the wind, so I will be your breeze, ok?
A few days later, there was a rumor in Lhasa that the living Buddha of Cangyang Gyatso mysteriously disappeared in Qinghai Lake during the escort.
Lotus pond, Sanskrit, burning incense, he came back here, only knowing that he had a long dream, but he didn't remember the scene in the dream. Only occasionally a vague woman's face flashed in front of him, and sometimes there was a faint ringing song in his ear. Whose song is that? It seems to come from the horizon and whisper in his ear. At this time, a breeze brushed his cheek, awakened him from his thoughts and looked at the pool full of violets in front of him. For a long time, he smiled and shook his head. Recently, he is always thinking. He turned to leave, and another breeze brushed his blue shirt and touched a pool of lotus fragrance.