Feng Lin
1
The goshawk flew away and came back. It kept its eyes on the Zada soil forest in the sunset and the ruins of the Guge dynasty wrapped in soil forest for a long time.
The lonely wind blows away a piece of yellow sand on the vast land, but it can't blow away the once prosperity of this land.
The fragrance of buttered tea wafted from Guge's hometown to the palace where the dynasty was broken, and a faraway kingdom was still telling the distant and sad past.
The cry from the Gangdise Mountains made a knot in Zadakan. Xiangquan River, bathed in sunshine, is tracing back a period of sorrow and joy that has been lost for more than 13 years.
2
Standing under the blue sky like a mirror, touching a Millennium dream, touching a colorful brocade and touching the back of the dynasty hidden under the ruins of many-hued.
the ruins have not gone far, but they are coming towards us.
The outline of a dynasty becomes clearer in the blue and crimson eyes.
the dancing girls dragged their skirts;
the drummer drums and sings;
the attendants rode respectfully;
The plump woman plays the lyre, and her mouth slightly rises;
The king and queen are full of faces and smiling, welcoming the Buddhist scholars in neighboring ancient India-scrolls of murals covering the king's temperament and people's lives, which are magnificent and lifelike in the Red Temple, the White Temple and the Xiaojingtang.
Art with a slight Kashmiri style reflects the brightness of an era.
The pagodas have been patched up by nature in the misty clouds of history, and they have never been able to repair the grief of the Guge Dynasty as it scurried under the shadow of swords and swords.
The stone building built halfway up the mountain is silent under the setting sun of hemoptysis.
The geese flew in fright, the Ladaks waved their whips, and the Guge people made a deep and miserable sound, pushing themselves into the endless darkness.
when you look back at the ancient city, you will cry.
lofty aspirations are hard to be rewarded, and I am sad to ask.
3
Heaven and earth are boundless.
The smoke cleared away, and a towering old castle stood upright in the wind and rain.
stick to it or look back?
struggling or waiting?
The temples built around the mountains, at dawn or dusk, seem to have the figure of the workers bending, and they are pious step by step, climbing up the stairs, putting their wisdom under the dome and their hearts in the temples.
The palace at the top of the mountain shines with the sunshine, and Dezugun, the pioneer of the frontier, is playing the moving soul on the Ali Plateau.
Of course, in the course of more than 7 years, more than 2 kings have written immortal legends on the snowy plateau-sending monks to Kashmir to study the scriptures and integrate with Tibetan Buddhism; Translate 18 works to make Dafa originate and flourish in Ali; Under the protection of Gangdise Mountain and Xiangquan River, Zharang, the capital city, is brightly lit with a gorgeous city.
at this time, the earth was silent. From the cave kiln came the chanting of monks, like the water of Peacock River, flowing leisurely.
It's like the sound of harps and harps coming from the palace, swaying the old country melodiously.
It's as if the dancing announcement is flying to the vast.
Like colorful prayer flags in front of the White Temple, listening to the wind.
It's like a page of scripture, leafing through the past of the previous dynasty.
It's as if Xiangquan River made a pause in Guge, wiped the dusty face and continued to play a happy song in the folds of the plateau.
4
Then, the wind, a tight, roared from the horizon. Beat the soil forest and beat the splendor of the city.
The city that held fast for more than 7 years collapsed in the wind and rain.
In hit the floor, Lake Mapang Yongcuo was splashed with ripples.
Pass the dragon chairs of more than 2 kings, and they will disappear in an instant.
a piece of blood, almost to the sky.
A city with a population of more than 1, people was torn open and immediately bled profusely.
the corpse cave is struggling.
the goshawk is sobbing.
Xiangquan River is crying.
I was caught off guard.
a little tragic and desolate.
5
Everything is going far, and the ancient civilization will not disappear.
A series of splendid footprints are rising in the Ali Plateau, some cultures collide and burn on the land, and some legends of elephants are still sung in this ancient land.
I don't believe you. Look, the Buddha statue with Guge's silver eyes is glowing and reciting the vicissitudes of the Millennium.
Rows of ancient buildings, with melancholy eyes in their incompleteness, dripped out in the sun, red and loud.
The "13 Discoveries of Guge", including smelting, gold panning, pottery making, textile and other technologies, is bursting with fragrance and unlocking the mysterious survival code of Guge people.
Knee-high alhagi and red willow strode to the vast wasteland.
cold weapons are shining warmly and clearly in the wasteland.
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