Life between teeth
This is a true story that happened in a tourist attraction. The protagonists in the story are two old people.
One day, The two old people left the tour group and went to the cliff to watch the sunset. The sunset was infinitely beautiful. The western sky was burning with orange-red rays of light, like a colorful sun rain, splashing on the rocks and grass, beating with brilliant sunshine.
The two old people were fascinated by the incomparable beautiful scenery. Suddenly, she felt something falling down beside her. She subconsciously stretched out her hand and pulled it up, but no matter how hard she tried, nothing happened. It didn't help. He was hanging on the cliff and didn't dare to move at will, otherwise the two of them would fall to the bottom of the valley at the same time and be shattered into pieces. He was dragging him and it was hard to support her. Her hands couldn't go numb and her arms were swollen, as if they were about to break up at any time. Her body was broken. She realized that her thin arms could not hold his heavy body, so she could only bite his collar with her teeth and hold on until the last moment. She hoped that someone would suddenly appear and rescue him from this desperate situation.
His hanging on the cliff is equivalent to nailing his life to the door of hell. Who would come back to the cliff in the evening when the sun is declining? After realizing this, he said: "Let it go, my dear." ..."
She gritted her teeth tightly and was unable to speak. She could only use her eyes to signal him not to speak.
One minute passed. Two minutes passed. Ten Minutes passed. Suddenly, he felt hot and sticky liquid dripping on his face.
He was sensitively aware that it was blood flowing from her mouth, and it was still carrying blood. There was a salty and fishy smell, and he begged her again: "Please, my dear, let me go! Your heart is enough. Facing death, I will not blame you..." ..."
She still bit his collar, unable to speak. She could only use her eyes to stop him from struggling again.
One hour passed. Two hours passed.
He felt big drops of hot liquid dripping on his face. He knew that her orifices were bleeding. He was heartbroken but could do nothing. He knew that she was using a A strong heart fought against death. He suddenly realized that the weight of life seemed extremely heavy at this moment. Death was flapping its powerful wings like an eagle, swooping and attacking him at all times. If he was not careful, life would be buried in it. Ended in the cocoon...
After an unknown amount of time, people from the tour group held torches and found the edge of the cliff, and finally rescued them both. She was in a hospital not far away. She lived there for a long time.
After that incident, all her teeth fell out and she never stood up again. He pushed her in a wheelchair every day and walked on the street to watch the sunset.< /p>
He said: "Why did you risk your life to save this bad old man like me? My dear, look at your teeth..."
She murmured: " Honey, I know that if I let go, I will lose not only you, but also the happiness of the rest of my life..."
He pushed her towards the sunset. People looked at him The two merged into the sun and became a beautiful scenery.
Dream back to Tibet
Perhaps earlier, I had been to Tibet, the place that I have always longed for. place.
Perhaps when I first longed for a place, I went to Tibet, a place that has always been able to settle my soul.
Tibet, my holy land. Lhasa, my Potala where I can crawl forward and worship devoutly.
I don’t know since when, I have a deeper and heavier load and a thicker and denser attachment to Tibet. In my impression, Tibet belongs to the remoteness, to the vastness where eagles shoot into the sky, to travel thousands of miles, and to the paradise of trekkers. I have spent a long time searching for every bit of information about Tibet and Lhasa. I even imagined kneeling down next to the hall of the gods and the snow lotus standing in the wind on the plateau to worship myself in this life and the next.
So in many times and in many scenes, I always feel that Tibet is not far away from me. Sometimes I can even reach out my palm and touch a different kind of breathing, and this kind of Breathing comes from the plateau, from the emptiness above the plateau, from the strong wind that blows the prayer flags and the strong sunshine that nourishes the people on the plateau. So, I began to travel to Tibet, to Lhasa, to the paradise that a person must go to in this life countless times.
I am clearly aware that, in fact, until now I am still lying in my own paradise developing all kinds of imaginations about Tibet and Lhasa. Have I been to Tibet? Have I been to Lhasa? In what context will my journey to Tibet or my pilgrimage begin?
I know that I will definitely choose to crawl forward all the way, letting my spine carry all the confessions and my hands holding on to the remaining hope. I will kiss the soil along the way, listen to the songs of pilgrims, enjoy the pure silence of the grassland, and be moved by the splendor of the temple. In fact, going to Tibet and Lhasa is going to the other side, or going to the door to the world. Starting from the law, mastering concentration and wisdom, realizing the source of the heart, wonderfully understanding, oneself is the Buddha.
After I know these truths, I will not change my way forward.
During the day, the sun will guide me, and at night, the butter lamp will illuminate me. The holy water of Muco, the yaks running on the grassland, the blue sky that you can kiss when you raise your head, and the ethereal spirit that you can hold with your hand. These will surely spread under my lasting attitude and become proof that I have been to Tibet, Lhasa, and wherever the gods lead me forward.
Perhaps I have been to Tibet very early, or perhaps I have been to Tibet when I first yearned for a place. Return to Tibet and start again from here. Back to Lhasa, the road never ends.
The Tibetan Antelope’s Kneeling
An old hunter came out of the tent, stretched, and was about to drink a copper bowl of butter tea when he suddenly saw a man standing on the grassy slope opposite. A fat and strong Tibetan antelope. His eyes lit up, and a beautiful thing came to his door! After a long night's sleep, a refreshing energy surged through his body. Without any hesitation, he turned back to the tent and got the fork gun. He raised his gun and took aim. Strangely, the Tibetan antelope did not run away, but looked at him with pleading eyes. Then it knelt down with a plop of its front legs, and two long lines of saliva flowed from its eyes. The old hunter's heart softened, and his hand on the trigger couldn't help but loosen. But he is a hunter, so it is reasonable not to be moved by the compassion of the Tibetan antelope. As soon as he closed his eyes, the trigger moved under his finger, a gunshot rang out, and the Tibetan antelope fell to the ground. After it fell to the ground, it was still in a kneeling position, with two lines of tears clearly visible in its eyes.
The old hunter was a bit strange. Why did the Tibetan antelope kneel down?
Lying on the floor at night, he could not sleep for a long time, and his hands kept shaking... The next day, the old hunter disembowelled and skinned the Tibetan antelope with uneasiness, and his hands were still shaking. The abdominal cavity was opened under the blade of the knife. He screamed in surprise and the knife in his hand fell to the ground... It turned out that in the womb of the Tibetan antelope, there was a little Tibetan antelope lying quietly. It had already taken shape and was naturally dead. . At this time, the old hunter finally understood why the Tibetan antelope bent its heavy body to kneel down to him? It is begging the hunter to spare its life to preserve the life of the little Tibetan antelope in its belly!
Then, the old hunter understood: all the kneeling of loving mothers in the world, including animals, are sacred. So the old hunter dug a hole on the hillside and buried the Tibetan antelope and its unborn child. Buried at the same time was his twig gun. Since then, this old hunter disappeared on the northern Tibetan Plateau, and no one knows his whereabouts...
Mom
My mother, she is a madman. At that time, you understood its meaning.
To me, my mother means a yellow and thin face, dirty and messy hair, dull eyes, and her endless shouting. The word "mom" is unfamiliar to me. I never call her mom. She never cares and doesn't know.
When I was a child, the thing I was most afraid of was being alone at home with my mother. As soon as I saw her coming towards me, I would try to escape. Every day, at night, my father would always face the kerosene. Smoking, my mother always combs her messy hair and speaks words that others will never understand. Whenever I am exhausted by my mother's crazy words and have no intention of studying and want to cry, my father always He lowered his head and said in pain: "She is sick." I never said a word again. I was afraid to see my mother, afraid to see her expressionless face, afraid to see her being watched and laughed at by people on the street. So I studied hard, and I passed the exam. I really passed the exam. Got it! I came to a place thousands of miles away, far away from the home where my mother was.
Suddenly a telegram came from home, saying that my mother had been hit by a car. In the hospital, I looked at my mother’s face. There was even a kindness in her once distorted face. I asked my father: "Why is my mother?" Are you going to chase that child?" Dad cried and said, "You went to school in another place. She missed you very much. When she saw a child as old as you, she always followed her and shouted: "Child, child...".
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The tears fell silently, and I ran to my mother’s bed crying, mom, mom... mom... but she could no longer hear my call!