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That day I closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the sutra hall and suddenly heard the mantra in your chanting of sutras
That month I shook everything The prayer wheel is not for salvation, just to touch your fingertips
In that year, I kowtowed and prostrated on the mountain road, not to meet you, just to stay close to your warmth
In that life, I I walked around mountains, rivers, and pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, just to meet you on the way
That night I listened to Sanskrit singing all night, not to gain enlightenment, just to find a trace of your breath
That month I turned all the prayer wheels not to be saved, just to touch your fingerprints
That year I bowed my head and embraced the dust, not to worship Buddha, just to be close to your warmth
p>In that life, I climbed hundreds of thousands of mountains, not to cultivate the next life, just to meet you on the road
In that moment, I ascended to immortality, not to live forever, just to wish you happiness and peace
That day I closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the prayer hall and suddenly heard the mantra in your chant
That month I shook all the prayer wheels not for salvation, just to touch your fingertips
That year I kowtowed and prostrated on the mountain road, not to meet you, just to stay close to your warmth
In that life, I walked around mountains, rivers, and pagodas, not just to cultivate for the next life. To meet you on the way
That night I listened to Sanskrit singing all night, not for the sake of enlightenment, just to find a trace of your breath
That month I turned all the prayer wheels without thinking. Just to touch your fingerprints for salvation
That year I bowed my head and hugged the dust, not to worship Buddha, just to cling to your warmth
In that life I traveled through hundreds of thousands of mountains Not to cultivate the afterlife, just to meet you on the road
At that moment, I ascended to immortality, not to live forever, just to wish you happiness and peace
That day I closed my eyes and incense in the sutra hall In the mist, I suddenly heard the mantra in your chant
That month I shook all the prayer wheels not for salvation, just to touch your fingertips
That year I prayed for a long time I prostrate myself on the mountain road, not to meet you, just to stay close to your warmth
In that life, I walked around mountains, rivers, and pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, just to meet you on the way
That night I listened to Sanskrit singing all night, not for enlightenment, just to find a trace of your breath
That month I turned all the prayer wheels, not for salvation, just to touch your fingerprints
< p>That year I bowed my head and hugged the dust, not to worship Buddha, just to be close to your warmthIn that life, I toured hundreds of thousands of mountains, not to cultivate the afterlife, just to meet you on the road< /p>
At that moment I ascended to immortality not for immortality, but for your happiness and peace
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Tsangyang Gyatso (1683-1706), the sixth Dalai Lama, was a member of the Monba tribe and a famous figure in Tibetan history. He was born in southern Tibet in 1683 (the year of the water pig in the Tibetan calendar, the 22nd year of Kangxi) to a serf family in Wujianlin Village, Yusong District, at the foot of Menyu Nala Mountain. His father, Tashi Tenzin, and his mother, Tsewang Lhamo.
In 1697 (the twelfth year of the fire ox in the Tibetan calendar), he was recognized as the reincarnation of the fifth Dalai Lama by Tibetan King Sangye Gyatso. On the occasion of the Lantern Festival of the same year, the Sixth Dalai Lama Tsangyang Gyatso was in the Sixi Phuntsok Hall of the Potala Palace, with the participation of Tenzin Dalai Khan, Dishe Sangjie Gyatso and other Tibetan and Mongolian monks and lay officials. , an enthronement ceremony was held. Considering the overall situation, Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty sent Zhangjia Hutuktu and others to attend the ceremony and rewarded them with countless treasures.
He was deposed in 1705 and died on the way to escort in 1706.
He has a noble status and is the king of Tibet, but he has a heart that does not shy away from the world and yearns for freedom, love, and happiness in the world. In the world of Buddha, he is an "alien" who dares to break through the secular world.
In the human world, he is known as "the most beautiful lover in the world" and he dares to pursue true love. In the world of art, he is a strange flower and wrote many poems and love songs that have been passed down to this day. Now it has been translated into more than 20 languages ??and spread almost all over the world. His poems have transcended nationality, time, space and national boundaries and become a precious cultural heritage.
Some people say that Cangyang is a generation of love monks, while others say that Cangyang is just a lama with six undeveloped roots. But in any case, his poetry cannot be criticized. Looking back a hundred years ago, I never looked at the snow-capped mountains and Buddhist forests. I only looked for your footprints, my Tsangyang Gyatso.
I am not amazed by the majesty of the Snow Mountain Temple. I only read the poems you left in your letters, my Tang Sang Wang Bo. The cold wind is biting, but it is not as cold as your body at the bottom of Qinghai Lake. When the struggle between dynasties and political power, and the game of national interests, people always have to be sacrificed. I am not willing, but I have to submit to you.
You stepped into the cold Qinghai Lake and did not look back, did you do it to let future generations better remember you? Your long skirt is swaying in the wind, and you are resolute in going to death, is it for the sake of being romantic both in life and in life? Why are you not afraid of this bone-chilling cold? Is it because your love with Maggie Ami was too passionate before? I don't understand it at all. A rough reading of your life spans hundreds of years.
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