The car moved slowly in the bumps, and the winding road was surrounded by rocks. The blue Hada fluttering in the wind is like a river, flowing quietly and forcefully. I walked slowly to Guangzong Temple in this river where the power of great faith gathered. The three red characters "Guangzong Hall" on the stone tablet are clear and eye-catching. I stood under the stone tablet and stared for a long time. This is a place dedicated to Todoroki Mao of Cangyang Gyatso.
Along the way, I bowed piously. Although the etiquette of bowing is not in Tibetan Buddhism, I express my sacred respect everywhere. I prostrated myself in the mourning hall of Cangyang Gyatso relic, and my heart beat faster. I dare not look directly at his Buddha statue. I know how hard it is for this pious worship, this sacred supreme blessing, and the heartbeat at this moment. The noble living Buddha almost disappeared from the snowy plateau and disappeared from the sight of believers. How much effort has Cangyang Jiacuo paid for this, and it has brought worship and blessings here today.
Bowing down in the cold hall, the strong sunlight came into my eyes through the crack of the door. I tried my best to keep my eyes open, and the bright moment brought me to the age of 24 in Cangyang Jiacuo. It seems to be a splendid stage, just a political stage, and there is no corner where fireworks can be set off. Thoughts drifted outside from the Buddha's bed and slowly reached the other end of the cloud. In the afterglow of the sunset, Cangyang Jiacuo stood at the window. The haze of the sunset is really beautiful, floating quietly on the water, the wind swaying with empty thoughts, and the geese singing to find a warm nest to stay in. All this reminds us that his days in Potala Palace are finally over and his life on earth has just begun. Poor Cangyang Gyatso's young mind is firmly imprisoned in the deep courtyard and the towering Potala Palace. The indifference and silence in the palace killed his young mind and frozen his dreams. He devoured lonely melancholy and sadness alone until his heart slowly withered. Although he has the name of _ _ Lama, he has no right to display his talents. Imprisoned in life, politically manipulated by others, and extremely depressed in my heart.
The chanting of lamas in the main hall suddenly pulled me out of my historical memory. My kneeling legs are numb and even unconscious. Look up at the Buddha statue in Cangyang Gyatso. I saw a man in a red robe, holding a rosary in his hand, chanting over and over again. It's just that I can't tell whether to read in the morning or talk at night. My tears are spinning in my eyes, perhaps the thoughts in my memories moisten my dry thoughts. I have been waiting for such a long time in Ningxia, and even wrote "I really want to be your bride", looking forward to meeting you at that moment. At this moment, I sealed all the moments of meeting into an eternal picture.
Walking out of the hall with a heavy heart, I can no longer restrain my inner mood fluctuations. I hid in an empty corner, and my tears told the sad past drop by drop. I like the words originated from Cangyang Jiacuo. The most beautiful fate in this life is a touch of elegance in the fireworks world. The most beautiful robbery is to interpret Cangyang Jiacuo in poetry! I want to turn into paper and ink in his hand, leave a mark in the world of mortals, and write a life-long love song. It is words that arouse the attachment of previous lives.
Snow melted the big raindrops, blue sky, white clouds and flaming robes scattered under the eaves. Looking around, the temple is located in the Babel Lotus, and this large solid color highlights the mysterious religious atmosphere. At this time, I realized that Cangyang Jiacuo was a bodhisattva who dedicated all sentient beings, incarnated great love, said universal love, and dedicated thousands of loves. His merits were boundless.
Cheng qin Temple in Cangyang Jiacuo is one of the eight temples in Alashan. I met a venerable Lama in Chengqing Temple. His mouth twitched and he spoke nonstandard Chinese, with tears in his eyes: "In the past, kudzu root was our own, but now it is all over the world;" He belongs to the whole world. I didn't expect so many people to study him. "'De Dingge Root' is the honorific title of Alashan people to Cangyang Jiacuo, meaning the noblest Buddha. When I saw the Lama crying, I could no longer control the flood of tears.
Snow-capped mountains cover the majesty of the earth, but who will bury my tears? Why do you always wander in your dreams? Why do you always recite scriptures and beads in your dreams? Life is as light as a dream three hundred years ago, and time is swept by a heavy snow.
For Cangyang Jiacuo, from the moment he sat on the bed, endless troubles began. It seems that this is a prison, which is cold and hot, bitter and sweet, and complicated. Maybe this is life. In his poems, there is resistance, yearning, galloping, loss, longing for freedom and light, and longing for getting rid of shackles. He is a monk and a sentimental monk. He endowed love with infinite longing and reverie, pursued the freedom of the soul and the true meaning of love, but was deeply bound by religion. He can't feel the heat and sweetness of love. Politically, Cangyang Gyatso is a puppet, a puppet in prison. No one can listen to his soul sigh, he can only stand at the window and look up at the sky. He longs for the world outside the city wall, the sky outside the palace and the real life. He looked at all this alone and lonely, but he was only 24 years old.
Cangyang Gyatso has been promoting Buddhism all his life. He fled from Tibet to Qinghai and then to Alashan. The road is long and tortuous. Wherever he went, he would worship Buddha statues and pagodas, and he experienced many hardships in the world. He regarded Tibet's supreme throne as dirt, embarked on the road of universal life, and recited scriptures for the people to solve their worries. Some children cry, and he recites prayers; When someone is sick, he recites prayers; Someone passed away, and he crossed over to recite the scriptures. His life has promoted the development and introduction of Buddhism. As can be seen from Cangyang Gyatso's poems, his Buddhism is deep and he respects Buddha very much. The appearance of Maggie Ami was just a confusion of Buddhism in that cruel political struggle.
People say that he is a Buddha.
He is the Buddha, trapped in a precarious escape, or thinking of returning to Potala Palace to save the souls of all beings.
Cangyang Jiacuo, whether mortal or bodhisattva, has opened a window for us in the Buddhist world and played a leading role in promoting literature.
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