Throughout the hall is an empty world, at a loss and the dark one. I stood in the door, know what to do. I do not dare move for fear of a lift knee was densely covered the ground for the monks to sit for long, low wooden trips, I try to look at, they can not see through the darkness, I stands forward.
Many cameras flashed before my eyes: dressed in red, yellow headband comb-cap lamas who indulges in recitation, the young monk in a temple somewhere chase play, the sun sprinkled Songzanlinsi, experienced many vicissitudes of believers in the God pay homage, many pilgrims on the road in the sand toward the wind can not afford ... ... Changgui legends of these gorgeous and I heard about Zhongdian, on Tibetan Buddhism have seen and heard at this time appeared to be very vivid, the air seemed full of butter and religious flavor.
I saw Dianwai sun. I can still see a lot.
Burst of fire across the front of the hall, butter burning issued by the deep gentle light, I see the statue of Buddha, thick pillars and a wooden frame, but also clearly see that wearing red clothing, red with one arm, wearing shoes of the young lamas He smiled kindly, I walked cautiously in front of, from his side through it, this time he was pinch butter, single-mindedness. He will be immersed in water, butter, and then he needs to shape the shape, lifelike, and for at least the same as the Altar of the butter.
Along the narrow staircase upstairs, in the temple main hall with a small space between the roof, from where panoramic view overlooking the main hall, tile is not transparent, but the sun is still exposure to come in, and become a stately yellow, the round after round of soft light, people feel warmth, harmony and tranquility, a bright and peaceful. The baptism in this light, I feel that my heart has become open and clear. Of course, people look at the sky where the roof: distant rolling hills, nearby fields, caoba, housing, and white clouds, together, is a picture, a few thousand years has not changed, but to suggest that Fresh incomparable picture. The golden roofs shining in the sun, wind chimes at the sound of the dragon and phoenix carved cornices, and seems to want such a magical atmosphere-flying, the wind gently blowing on my face, at this time the wind blowing on my heart .
The distance came the sound recitation, it sounds very weak, but I heard very clearly, I seem to hear a heavy trumpet and turning cylinder tinkle. My Mother came to a small and exquisite courtyards. Inside the house does not allow people to easily enter, Lama awesome standing in the doorway, the door on the thick cotton curtain will house all covered, which came the recitation of the voice I listened to wonderful music, because it is simple and honest , melodious and constantly ringing, ringing, lingering over the entire Songzanlinsi, awesome breathtaking.
Many people including myself would like to be able to see this solemn scene, gatekeeper of the monks finally lifted the piece of heavy curtain, and we leaned in, ambitious deep musical instruments played Ming and the monks who come and go through the book reading of sound, shook the I was young I thought and saw and heard, so they can smile and I do not, I only have to listen to. Only in daylight illuminated the room to listen to break the air as defined in this poem that I feel I do not have to waste some innate feeling. Suddenly, the horn sounds, the voice makes me feel depressed, slightly bell-filled the air make me feel a distant mystery to it. Continuation of the sound, I would like others slowly move along the housing side, we have to go very slowly, for the multi-Kanji Yan, lamas were poised, shaking his head, an intoxicated appearance, his face still wearing smile, I think this is a spiritual experience obtained express pleasure, watching the smile, I feel very satisfied, but also feel very fulfilling.
Came to the yard, house is still a vigorous, I walked through the gallery softly toggle switch through the cylinder, a small prayer wheels spin up and sent the sound of jingling, but also toggle one, but also rattled ring ... ...
This is also the music, ordinary ring tones, sounds and loud, and the house came in the majestic symphony is very harmonious, in the Songzanlinsi everything is harmonious.
I'll leave when I came from the hall before the vast cobblestone square, I am standing there, feeling the wind and sun plateau. Splendid palace serves as my background, strong wind and moving forward to my hair and clothes through, cold air overflowing in the golden sunlight, I stood in the grand hall in order to pre-empty cobblestone square, quietly bathed in sunlight filtered by religious as well as the flow of air, the wind. I was quietly pondering all of this, halls and music, in my heart, not just a landscape, but an accumulation, the accumulation of religious faith, accumulation, accumulation of life. I feel from my right Zhongdian - a place full of mystery, love and thinking of the end-result.
Author: xiaorong198
