After reading through Tsangyang Gyatso’s love poems, I decided that this was a dishonest monk. If he is a handsome young man, he is destined to be obsessed with many women in the world. Therefore, I tried to learn about such a person from various channels and found that he was nothing more than a political victim. What is the truth of history? We won't discuss it. The poems he left behind alone are enough to make us think endlessly.
The first time I heard Tsangyang Gyatso's love poems was in Feng Xiaogang's movie "If You Are the One", a little girl recited affectionately: Whether you see me or not, I won't be sad or happy... At that time, I heard After finishing this dialogue, I feel that I stubbornly believe that there should be a kind of infatuation in leisure time and loyalty in busy time in the world. The love between a man and a woman cannot simply belong to superficial agreement and physical pursuit. It must also include that after I turn around, I will still remember your visit. When you return, I can control the joy and sorrow in my heart and treat you as before.
Throughout Cangyang Gyatso’s life, fate played a big joke on him. It should be: A young man stands in the wind under a jade tree, not observing life and death and impermanence. But I often hate myself for not being able to:...I want to lean against the green window and accompany you, but I regret my misguided life. Before he became the Sixth Lama, he had a childhood sweetheart. If it is consistent with the religion he originally believed in, there is no taboo in marrying the woman he loves. But the fact is that he was played by someone with other intentions. Under the arrangements of others, he embarked on another life. From then on, he was doomed. All the passion in his life can only be conveyed to the world in poems. I have no ambition at all, and I have to be separated from the person I love. Even if I stand in front of me, I can't love freely. All the accumulated frustrations are turned into poems written from the heart to express one's feelings directly: I have the heart to go to the forest with my alms bowl, but I have no feelings for the beautiful woman. When I thought about it and was confused, I said to myself again: I went to the mountain to pay homage to the Taoist monk and asked the guru to explain the reason.
His inner emotions found a place to rest for the time being, but the real environment and danger slowly approached him. In order to be free, he once wrote poems to express his feelings directly. In action, he went to restaurants and transformed into a rich man. He stayed at a women's house outside the palace, singing and dancing to his heart's content, and indulged in night banquets. Even so, it cannot change the facts before him, and he can only seek the remaining comfort in poetry. The sound of Sanskrit sounds still cannot extinguish the passion in his heart. When there is no other solution, he can only sigh again: the world is peaceful. The Dharma is perfect for both parties. It will not fail the Tathagata or your Majesty.
The secret hidden deep in his heart is completely revealed to others in poetry. Therefore, after the man who manipulated him lost power, he also suffered and became a victim of politics. If he had remembered the poem he wrote: How many secrets does a person need to hide in order to live his life skillfully? From the moment the first sentence comes out of your mouth, you should chant the sutra well and get rid of all distracting thoughts. Or if you follow the current situation and become the master once, this life will not be in vain. However, he couldn't. When he was dying, he was still erupting the desire in his heart, still thinking: I have let go of the world, but I have never let go of you. With you in his heart, his romantic feelings cannot even be drowned out by the Sanskrit sounds that purify his soul. Then she indulged, and the woman was still clear and fuzzy, and she still had a clever aura in her confusion.
"In that life, I traveled around mountains, rivers, and pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but to meet you on the way!" His hope in life was not to see the Tathagata, but to see her. The roots of this dust are so long that it is difficult to stop hating them.
If there is no future life, where should the Tathagata be?