That day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant fog of the temple and suddenly heard the truth in your eulogy.
That January, I shook all the prayer wheels, not to cross, but to touch your fingertips.
That year, I kowtowed and climbed on the mountain road, not to see you, but to stick to your warmth.
At that time, I turned the landscape into a stupa, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road.
That night, I listened to Sanskrit singing all night, not to understand, but to find a trace of your breath.
That January, I turned all the prayer tubes, not to cross over, but to touch your fingerprints.
That year, I kowtowed and hugged the dust, not for the Buddha, but for your warmth.
At that time, I crossed hundreds of mountains, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road.
At that moment, I soared to immortality, not for immortality, but for your happiness and peace.
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Cangyang Jiacuo's literary talent has left unforgettable life waves in the long river of history. When we are moved by his true feelings, will we also pray for our beloved in our hearts, even if we can't be together, our care and thoughts go hand in hand. Because the clearest emotion in the world is love, but the reality makes our love drift away, and the reality makes us only relive those beautiful fragments in Cangyang Jiacuo's poems. I think this is also the most affectionate living Buddha and lover Cangyang Jiacuo's longing and expectation for our present life. Similarly, love is confusing. In Cangyang Jiacuo's poems, we can also feel the deep confusion and hesitation reflected by Cangyang Jiacuo's poems.