It is hard to say whether it is the work of Cangyang Jiacuo. There is a person in the world who can't let go. How can we let go of this world? Everything in the world is open, how can we live and die? There is a degree of impunity, how can we let it go unpunished? Only by letting go can you feel at ease! Don't blame Cangyang Jiacuo's living Buddha for his romantic life; What he wants is no different from that of a mortal. -Tibetan folk songs 1 On the top of the high eastern mountain, a bright moon rises, and Maggie Amy's face emerges in my heart. The seedlings planted last year have become bundles this year. The aging body of young people is more curved than the south bow. If the person you love can grow old together, it will be no less than a hundred rivers. After the flowering time, bees don't have to grieve. Since the fate is over, why should I waste my time? The frost on tobacco and the messenger of cold wind are the two of them who broke up bees and flowers. 6 The small black words written in water will disappear once washed, and the inner picture that has not been drawn will not be erased. The moon on the fifteenth day of the first quarter looks like her face. Will the Moon Palace Jade Rabbit live long? I'm already an ape. I can't sleep well in the dark, and I haven't got it during the day. I can't help but feel disheartened. The girl was not born to her mother, but to a peach tree! Why does her love fade faster than peach blossoms? 10 crane, lend me your wings. I won't fly very far. Go back when you get to Litang. 1 1 The brilliance of the white water lily illuminates the whole world. The fruit of Gesar Lotus is quietly maturing. Only my parrot brother quietly came to your side. 12 didn't see the best at all, but also saved the lingering feelings. If you are not familiar with it, it will not be so upside down. 12 It is best not to be fascinated by the first sight, and it is best not to be unfamiliar with the second sight. It's best not to be bothered by lovesickness. On that day, 13, I closed my eyes and suddenly heard the mantra in your Buddhist scriptures. That month, I shook all the prayer wheels without turning over just to touch your fingertips. That year, I kowtowed to climb the mountain, not to see you, but to stick to your warmth. At that time, I climbed mountains and waters and pagodas just to meet you on the road. At that moment, I raised the wind horse? Not to beg for happiness? Just to wait for your arrival and build the mani pile? Not for Xiu De? I shook all the prayer tubes in January just to throw stones at the heart lake Not to cross over? Just to touch your fingertips and kowtow on the mountain road? Not for the audience? Just to stick to your warmth and turn around in this life? Not for reincarnation? Just to meet you on the road, Cangyang Jiacuo's 74 /66 love song? There are so many "love songs of Cangyang Gyatso" on the Internet. There are also many versions. Looking closely, I always feel that no version is well translated in every capital. Not only sigh: how lucky Tibetan speakers are ~ I think the translation of the poem 13 chosen earlier is particularly good (I think the translation of Cangyang Gyatso's poem is good, so it must be concise, witty and interesting). The most common versions are 74, 66 and 52. Vernacular version, ancient version. It's rare to get lost in a dream now, and stick it up -_- 1 The bright moon rises from the top of Dongshan Mountain, and the appearance of unmarried girls always appears in my heart. The seedlings planted last year have all become stalks this year, and the young people are getting old at once, more bent than the southern bow. South bow: a bow made in southern Tibet. My beloved, if my lifelong companion, is like a treasure fished from the bottom of the sea. Everyone you meet on the road smells intoxicating. I'm worried that the prince in white (this is a word) I found will be lost in the distance again. * Wang Zong (this is a word): Songershi (a kind of gem) is usually green, and those transparent in green are called White Prince (this is a word), the daughter of a senior official. Her gorgeous face looks like a ripe fruit on the tip of a tall peach tree. 6. My heart followed her and I couldn't sleep at night. How can you be disheartened if you don't succeed during the day? After the flowering period, the jade bee can't be disappointed. I'm not sad that the fate of falling in love is over. The angel of frost and cold wind on Achnatherum splendens is part of the cold wind that separates bees and flowers.
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