Recently, I saw my good friend who returned from Tibet a number of batch, I esteem, I would also involuntary opened my notebook, sealed a three-year thoughts and pain, my 2000 , I om, Well, then, pit, moo, hum.
Remember that the fall of 2000, my own long trip to the land of Tibet, in my tossing from Golmud, stunned the arrival in Lhasa, I was lying helpless powerless the "Asian."
I do not know what kind of sleeping in when a burst burst of warm om, Well, then, pit, moo, hum, om, Well, then, pit, moo, hum, calling me to come back, oh, dark, and is also silent.
I Mo Zhaohei towards Om, Well, then, pit, moo, hum loudly, who has been following to the Barkhor, with the vicissitudes of life to the old one next to her in the hands of the rotating wheel, then the sound from the depths of the soul outgoing, and I was pious guidance, and later she found me, and proceed to gently point in my head, om, Well, then, pit, moo, hum, then, it disappeared without a trace of the , is not illusion do ... ...
Finally, I met an old man in red, his silly blankly in front of me, hands clasped together murmured Road: An, Well, then, pit, moo, hum, to Drepung bar.
Lhasa early morning, the sun was shining and the morning I restored my life, riding a taxi, according to red man's guide to the mystery of the Drepung Monastery.
Through the towering Potala Palace, has been to the west, to west line of clouds, into the mountains, I doubt ask the driver of the big brother, big brother has not yet answered these drivers, we saw lush on both sides, a winding Ying-days in the previous The path that appears in front of me on the road stretching to the clouds, this time, the radio came Dadawa's Sister Drum
I can not speak in my childhood Ajie Chronicle of that year I left every day from this day by day to Ajie ah has been as big as I thought Ajie suddenly learned that from me every day, every day she's looking for Ajie ah ma do sitting in an old heap repeatedly recited a word om, Well, then, pit, moo, hum, om, Well, then, pit, moo, hum
I can not speak in my childhood Ajie Chronicle of that year I left every day from this day by day to Ajie ah has been as big as I thought Ajie suddenly learned that she had moved me day by day every day looking for the horizon A Jie Chuan-ah to bursts of drum that was speaking to me A Jie An, Well, then, pit, moo, hum, om, Well, then, pit, moo, hum
Big Brother on the driver's co-om, Well, then, pit, moo, hum, om, Well, then, pit, moo, hum the beat, the Drepung Monastery is up.
Looked by the door, looked at a glance, and gradually rising for the Hall profile, temples phase, group F, Song Zhi, large-scale momentum, without any explanation of my soul will be shocked.
Drepung Monastery Gelug Sect of Tibetan Buddhism, one of the three temples, but also the world's largest temple, is located in the western suburbs of Lhasa City, 10 km with the root Pei Wu mountains 3,800 meters above sea level along the mountain was built layer by layer, covers an area of about 20 million square meters, the temple has seven Zhacang (monastery). Monastery, disciples of the sect founder Tsongkhapa Jiang-Yang Qu Jie Zhaxi pandan large aristocratic Lang Gasang funded by the fourteen years in the Ming Yongle (1416) under construction, known as "white Dengzhe mussels Temple "and later referred to as" Drepung Monastery. " In the Tibetan Village "white board" means good fortune, solemn, "Drepung" means accumulation of rice. Drepung is completed, quickly developed into the strongest in the Gelug Sect monasteries in the temple. In 1464, Drepung monastery established to teach the Buddhist classics.
So I quietly walk along the west side of the steps from the Drepung up the stairs, slowly and on into a gate, had left a crooked path, watching the murmur of the stream passing away from the side to see if on top of his head painted on rocks on the far left of the Buddha, thinking of my bit by bit, I really felt, I was very quiet, good quiet ah.
Continued forward, I saw the neat arrangement of the lower window, the dozens of fans, and each window is a very colorful species of flowers, I faint smile, and only the opium poppy was such a gorgeous bloom Oh, It turned out that Ganden is quite well-known chapter, here was a place of residence to the Fifth Dalai Lama. The Fifth Dalai Lama was in charge of local government, in the Potala Palace, after the completion of construction and demolition, they formally moved to the Potala Palace. As the Dalai Lama is the establishment of political power in the Ganden Phodrang, so called the "gandan Phodrang dynasty."
About Ganden Monastery Phodrang measures the northwest side of the chin hall, watching the magnificent glory of the lighted hall, the 10,000 monks fantasy scenes of common prayer, I went so far as halo call again, and a familiar figure, and then I once appeared in front of you comes, om, Well, then, pit, moo, hum, I have come, om, Well, then, pit, moo, hum, how do I啦, om, Well, then, pit, moo, hum.
Red Lama smile brings me to 3-tier hall Jampa Buddha (future Buddha) Temple, while, smiled, and put me to put to use Kanawa, Po buildings decorated main hall of the golden dome.
Again, I saw the blue sky, saw the golden dome shines under the blue sky, two packs monk dressed in red and the vulgar, common bath of our own horizon, and I laughed, and that Yang is a long day smile.
This time, I removed the line in my bright red shirt, red tie, just as I put it on the golden dome of the department when a pair of big hands gently pressed on my head, om, Well, then, pit, moo, hum ... ...
I nod slightly next year, I would like to come, in the om, Well, then, pit, moo, hum sound, the red monks disappeared, I was a blank.
Stabilized, I suddenly to ask myself why I came to Tibet, why should I come to Tibet, om, Well, then, pit, moo, hum, what it meant, it is exactly how the mysterious, with, and ask me back to the Lhasa, returned to Asia.
Om, Well, then, pit, moo, Hum: I later came to understand its meaning, in Tibet, om, Well, then, pit, moo, hum. This is six characters, known as the sixth mantra. Sixth mantra of Tibetan Buddhism, as the source for all things, people repeatedly recite, you can misfortunes Jide, with perfect virtue.
That is, why the Tibetans that the diligent chanting devotees enlightenment of the most important condition, why they kept chanting when sitting, walking, when kept chanting, even when the horse gallop also chanting the sake of the.
We do, two decades on behalf of a new democratic culture, the spirit of the spirit of the thirties with national integrity and forties with the war spirit, the spirit of the fifties with the Korean War, the sixties are Lei Feng spirit of the seventies Daqing Dazhai spirit, eighties a new long march spirit and decadent music of the nerve, spirit and nineties there and create the future erosion of Western thought, and now it ... ...
Om, Well, then, pit, moo, hum
Back to Lhasa, back to Abdallah, go back to a pure land
To think quietly, quietly thinking one thought, their own go from here
August 26, 2003 / 21:30 / Suibi
Author: lihsiaopo
