Lyrics: Guge Composed by Guge
Singing: Hot Men Ze
The morning sun is still on the snowy mountain.
The flowers in Ge Sang are blooming again. Where are you?
Who is singing wordless sadness in the temple?
The figure in the dream at night is that you look around.
Sawyer's heart is floating in the sky.
Envy condor can fly over mountains and rivers.
Sawyer, I'm going to the wilderness
Tell the prayer flag I miss you.
Distant love is still in my heart.
The flowers in Ge Sang are blooming again. Where are you?
I miss your heart singing and the wind is sad.
My love calls in a distant dream.
Sawyer's heart is floating in the sky.
Envy condor can fly over mountains and rivers.
Sawyer, I'm going to the wilderness
Tell the prayer flag I miss you.
Sawyer's heart is floating in the sky.
Envy condor can fly over mountains and rivers.
Sawyer, I'm going to the wilderness
Tell the prayer flag I miss you.
Tell the prayer flag I miss you.
2. Countless prayer flags, countless colorful flags, and two lines of prayer flags in the lyrics.
Lyrics: Guge Composed by Guge
Singing: Hot Men Ze
The morning sun is still on the snowy mountain.
The flowers in Ge Sang are blooming again. Where are you?
Who is singing wordless sadness in the temple?
The figure in the dream at night is that you look around.
Sawyer's heart is floating in the sky.
Envy condor can fly over mountains and rivers.
Sawyer, I'm going to the wilderness
Tell the prayer flag I miss you.
Distant love is still in my heart.
The flowers in Ge Sang are blooming again. Where are you?
I miss your heart singing and the wind is sad.
My love calls in a distant dream.
Sawyer's heart is floating in the sky.
Envy condor can fly over mountains and rivers.
Sawyer, I'm going to the wilderness
Tell the prayer flag I miss you.
Sawyer's heart is floating in the sky.
Envy condor can fly over mountains and rivers.
Sawyer, I'm going to the wilderness
Tell the prayer flag I miss you.
Tell the prayer flag I miss you.
3. Poetry Potala Palace About Potala Palace
A snowy plateau that does not melt all year round
As pure as tens of thousands of years ago.
Vast grassland
The vast Gobi, and
Emerald lake
Clean Tibet
You are the paradise in my dream.
Potala Palace is a kind of
The posture of a thousand years ago
Standing in the ancient sunset
Multi-tone stone walls and red walls
It records the Tibetan people.
Endless vicissitudes of life story
Those eternal promises
Those swords and swords contend with drums and horns
The legend of those beautiful women
time passes swiftly like flowing water
Behind history are heroes.
Laugh and laugh.
Pilgrims knelt down and knocked on the door nine times.
For the sake of pious faith
The Lama's song
Solemnly echo
The warp wheel moves forward with solemn wishes.
The prayer flag fluttered in the hunting wind.
The taste of butter tea, and
Ciba and highland barley wine
Yak skull is a totem.
Show some mysterious power
Potala Palace, and you are?
The temple of my soul
Thought, change here.
Let sin and filth go to the celestial burial platform.
Look at the eagle proudly.
Copy the address across the blue sky and send it to MSN friends!
4. Tibetan lyric poetry
Original/Qiu Yang. Chuangba Rinpoche
Translator/Fu
Like a hound, my friend.
You are always longing for me.
The weather is fine today;
Disappeared in the distant jungle.
I didn't invite you to tea yesterday,
Please don't be angry today;
Tomorrow, if the weather is fine,
Let's have a fight.
This is my mount, the black stallion;
You ride it across the plain, as light as a bird's shadow;
You ride it over mountains and mountains, shining like mars,
You ride it across the river as dexterous as a fish;
You ride it into the sky and flow like white clouds.
Put a golden saddle on it, just like a king going out to war.
This is a great horse-
I dedicate it to you out of joy and respect.
Tibetan poetry and prose
Potala, the paradise of Buddha and the palace of Guanyin.
From south to north, from west to east
Potala Palace stands on this earth.
On the golden dome of Potala Palace, the golden sun Ran Ran rises.
That's not a golden sun, it's a Lama's face.
On the hillside of Potala Palace, there is a golden suona.
It's not the golden suona, it's the Sanskrit sound of the Lama.
At the foot of Potala Palace, colorful flags fluttered.
That's not a colorful Hada, but a Lama's cassock.
Dream back to Tibet
Maybe earlier, I have been to Tibet, and Tibet has always been a place for me.
Perhaps it was when I first yearned for a place that I went to Tibet, which has always been able to settle my mind.
Tibet, my holy land. Lhasa, my Potala who can crawl forward and worship devoutly.
I don't know when I began to have a deeper and heavier load and a deeper and denser attachment to Tibet. In my impression, Tibet belongs to the distance, to the vast Wan Li, and to a paradise for hikers. I spent a long time looking for bits and pieces about Tibet and Lhasa, and even imagined kneeling down to my life and afterlife next to the temple that showed the gods and the snow lotus that stood upright in the wind on the plateau.
So many times, 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 breath, which comes from the plateau, from the empty space above the plateau, from the strong wind blowing flags and the strong sunshine raising people on the plateau. So, I began to go to Tibet, Lhasa and the paradise that one must go to in this life.
I clearly know that, in fact, until now, I am still lying in my own paradise, imagining various things about Tibet and Lhasa. Have I been to Tibet? Have I been to Lhasa? In what context will my trip to Tibet or my journey begin?
I know that I will choose to crawl all the way, let my spine bear all my regrets, and let my hands hold on to the last hope. I will kiss the soil all the way, listen to the pilgrimage songs, enjoy the pure silence of the grassland and touch the glory of the temple. In fact, going to Tibet and Lhasa means going there, or to the entrance of WTO. Begins with Dharma, excels in wisdom, proves in the heart, excels in enlightenment, and comes from Put Lolerk.
When I know these truths, I won't change my attitude. During the day, the sun will guide me, and at night, the butter lamp will illuminate me. Wooden sacred water, yaks running on the grassland, blue sky that can be kissed when looking up, and ethereal spirit that can be grasped when reaching out. These will surely spread under my unchanging attitude, proving that I have been to Tibet, Lhasa and all the gods who led me forward.
Maybe I have been to Tibet a long time ago, or maybe I have been to Tibet when I first yearned for a place. Go back to Tibet and start over from here. Back in Lhasa, the road is endless.
5. Poetry Potala Palace About Potala Palace
A snowy plateau that does not melt all year round
As pure as tens of thousands of years ago.
Vast grassland
The vast Gobi, and
Emerald lake
Clean Tibet
You are the paradise in my dream.
?
Potala Palace is a kind of
The posture of a thousand years ago
Standing in the ancient sunset
Multi-tone stone walls and red walls
Recorded the Tibetan people.
Endless vicissitudes of life story
Those eternal promises
Those swords and swords contend with drums and horns
The legend of those beautiful women
time passes swiftly like flowing water
Behind history are heroes.
Laugh and laugh.
?
Pilgrims knelt down and knocked on the door nine times.
For the sake of pious faith
The Lama's song
Solemnly echo
The warp wheel moves forward with solemn wishes.
The prayer flag fluttered in the hunting wind.
The taste of butter tea, and
Ciba and highland barley wine
Yak skull is a totem.
Show some mysterious power
?
Potala Palace, and you are?
The temple of my soul
Thought, change here.
Let sin and filth go to the celestial burial platform.
Look at the eagle proudly.
Copy the address across the blue sky and send it to MSN friends!
6. Poem about Potala Palace 1, "Poem of Cangyang Jiacuo" Author: Cangyang Jiacuo Dynasty: The Palace of Innocence is red and blue, and the earth is plateau.
The laws gradually spread three realms away, and the sound approached the Buddhist temple. Solution: Potala Palace, in the northwest of Lhasa, on Maburi Mountain.
"Potala" is a Sanskrit transliteration of Putuoluo, a Guanyin resort, which means Buddhist holy land. The Red Palace is in the middle, and the White House is in the east and west wings. The hall is resplendent, the sky is blue, magnificent and charming.
Potala Palace is a masterpiece of Tibetan ancient architecture art, a famous palace-style building complex in China, and listed as a world cultural heritage. 2, "Potala Palace" Modern Poet Author: Xuan Dynasty: On the modern red mountain, you are safely settled in the fragrant fog, like a totem, like a large colorful cloud, like a fluttering prayer flag, pulling the direction of the soul, and the rhythm of chanting is like nature knocking on the dusty door. I know I still can't understand the true meaning of Potala, and I still can't understand its mystery. I was still crawling on the road, praying for the strength of heart training. I turned to the lake and saw the lotus sitting in the middle of the water. I turned to the stupa and returned to my original village, looking forward to it.
Walking in the streets of Lhasa, I am the most beautiful lover in the world. Solution: At that time, Cangyang Jiacuo was already the seed of the age of love. He didn't like being asked by the scribes and regents to learn Buddhism every day, so he went to Potala Palace and Xue Cun under Barkhor Street in Lhasa under the pseudonym Dangsang Wang Bo.
This is a Chinese translation, and the literal translation in Tibetan should be: I live in Potala Palace, and I am Chiming Cangyang Jiacuo. I live at the foot of the mountain in Lhasa, and I am the prodigal Dangsang Wang Bo.
Extended data:
"Potala" is a Sanskrit transliteration of Putuoluo, a Guanyin resort, which means Buddhist holy land. It was built in the middle of the 7th century. According to legend, Songzan Gambu was specially built to marry Princess Wencheng.
There are nearly 10,000 temples, including palaces, Buddhist temples, pagodas, prayer halls, monasteries, platforms and courtyards. Potala Palace, located at the top of Red Mountain in Lhasa, Tibet, is a palace-style building.
It was originally built by the king of Tibet to marry Princess Wencheng. Rebuilt in the17th century, it is the residence of the Eastern Palace of the Dalai Lama.
The Potala Palace is high above, with more than ten buildings stacked on top of each other and winding to the top of the mountain. The east is called the White House, where the Dalai Lama lives.
The central part is called the Red Palace, which is the Buddhist hall and Lingta hall of the Dalai Lama in past dynasties. The white monk's room in the west is for the Dalai Lama's cronies.
The highest hall in Potala Palace is called Sason Langjie, which means victory. There is a portrait of Emperor Qianlong in the palace. To the west of Sason Langjie, there is a temple called Megandan, which is the main hall of the 6th Dalai Lama Cangyang Gyatso.
7. Poem about Naihe Bridge 1, waiting by Naihe Bridge.
Author: Ma Biao Hyundai
Next to Naihe Bridge,
Loneliness,
Just waiting for a promise,
Forget the river,
Raise a glass and sigh,
Just because I can't give up my old marriage.
You used to be a water lily in front of the Buddha.
Inadvertently fell into the mortal world,
I used to be the flag of the world of mortals,
Never thought of meeting in the spring after the snow.
A prosperous world,
Tangled,
Just to relive the love of past lives,
Sansheng stone edge,
Swear in blood,
Just to have love in late spring.
You are saussurea involucrata on the plateau,
Don't want to be drowned in gossip,
I used to be a boy in Cangyang on the street.
And now the game is drunk.
Next to Naihe Bridge,
Loneliness,
Meng Po Tang Can won't forget the lingering feelings of the past.
Forget the river,
Tears rolled down my eyes,
Forgetfulness will wash away today's thoughts.
2. Random thoughts on Naiheqiao
Author: Spring planting and autumn harvest are all modern.
Random thoughts on Naiheqiao
Naihe Bridge is not a fairy mountain,
No one knows the true face.
You cann't peek after a thousand laps,
Invisible smoke clouds linger in my heart.
Time flies,
A drop in the ocean seems very small.
A moment of time changes endlessly,
Life is too short to bother yourself.
Dark clouds in the sky sway with the wind,
Underground rivers roll up waves.
No one, young or old,
It is inevitable that people and ghosts cherish each other.
Life will end one day,
No one can escape the iron law.
I feel that the sky will never wake up,
The less regrets, the better.
How many times have you been here in the morning and evening,
Flowers bloom and fall, much ado about nothing.
Leave your figure on the road of reincarnation,
Infernal affairs connects Naihe Bridge.
Naihe bridge is illusory,
Who knows what it looks like?
Legends from ancient times to the present,
There is an endless ballad in the world!
3. Naihe Bridge
Author: hit the wood-the missing modern
Naihe bridge
Yifei bridge
Seven inches wide
Ten thousand feet high.
The wind is swaying.
The breeze is swaying.
Meng Po road
The road ahead is foggy and rainy.
Drink it.
Ruthless and unrestrained
My soul is out of body experience.
Hesitate a little. Who knows?
Life and death
advance and retreat
Empty is the wind.
Empty without a trace
Yamaraja Palace
Eighteen sticks
The pain in my heart, blowing in the wind.
this evening
Hanjiangbian
When a person is drunk, he laughs at the sky.
4. Naihe Bridge
Author: Walking Three Mountains and Modern Times
Grow old slowly
On the endless streets
Waiting for another bright moon
Shengui hometown
Who do you work for in your life?
Who is sick?
calmly
A hundred years of loneliness.
Such as reincarnation
Just like the place of birth.
Who sighs?
Take the Naihe Bridge.
This life is unfinished.
5. Naihe Qiaotou
Author: The sound of birds flying is modern.
When the curtain falls, there will always be some rosy clouds.
In the dark, ghosts are everywhere.
Fly in the wind
Just enough to carve stars and lightning.
When night falls
I dressed up the moon beautifully.
Solo, broken dreams.
After tomorrow morning, and tomorrow morning.
Brilliant blue and white porcelain
Wait for me and gulp it down.
Through the mountains, every leaf
Everyone is laughing, just waiting for the idiot to wake up.
The scenery of this bridge
It's just a bird's trail in the air.
Every time I fly,
Eventually, disappear in the deep heart.