Baima Weiyang

This is the most beautiful lover in the world.

I don't know why, at that moment, such words flashed in my mind.On the turning path where the mulberry smoke curled up in Drepung Monastery, he pushed the golden mani tube up and down, making a "thrilling, thumping" sound, and the sun shone from time to time following its rhythm.

I couldn't help stopping my steps, looking at him in a crimson cassock from a distance.The sunlight gently dyed the corners of his beautiful eyebrows.He gently twitched the corners of his mouth, reciting fine scriptures.The golden beam of light passed through Tang Liuqiu's twisted and twisted branches, and reflected on his handsome face.

A gust of wind blew by, pulling the strong-colored fragrant cloth, making a slapping sound, with a bit of intoxicating gentleness.He twisted the rosary under his hand and walked forward step by step.I just stared straight at it, and the thoughts in my mind were blank.He only felt that the mani tube on the wheel frame was spinning rapidly and dazzlingly like the sunlight around him.

Suddenly, he raised his head as if feeling something, and his body stopped.I saw that the blue sky behind him was as clear as washing, and a few slender clouds were floating in the faint horizon of the mountain depression.He nodded slightly towards me, the lingering smoke could not hide the clarity of his eyes.I bit my lip and glanced down involuntarily.