Baima Weiyang

Huh... It's another lonely afternoon.Although I don't reject that kind of lazy feeling, but every day like this, I also feel empty!There was almost nothing to entertain in ancient times, and in a holy place like Lhasa, the only thing I could do was entertain myself.

I rummaged through the Tibetan cabinet for a while, and finally found a bamboo pen.After laying paper on the desk, I couldn't tell whether it was Dabo paper or Jindong paper, or anything else.Pick up the pen, put it under the nose and smell it, and there is a faint fragrance of ghee, which smells very good.Tibetan bamboo pens are as easy to use as fountain pens. For someone like me who is not used to brushes, it is simply a great invention.

It's just that it absorbs very little ink, and it was very clumsy at the beginning, and the ink was used up before finishing a word.It's much better to write a few more times.It feels so wonderful to write Chinese characters in Tibetan ink.

It is admirable that Tibet, a place with an extremely unfavorable geographical environment, can create such a splendid Tibetan culture.I unconsciously glanced at the words I just wrote, but had to stop.I don't even know why I wrote down his name.

Could it be... I rubbed my temples, he is a DL Lama, how can I like a monk.Moreover, I have read too many versions of his biography, but no matter which version, his life... I sighed and crumpled the paper under my pen.I don't know what's going on, and I feel irritable for no reason.

I put down my pen, walked to the window, and watched from a distance.Opposite is the Drepung Monastery, the main hall, Dratsang, Kangcun, Larang... Various halls are covered on the mountainside of Gepei Mountain.Against the white walls, any crimson figure could be seen very clearly.I looked back and forth, but I still couldn't find him.Glance, Huh?It seemed that someone was waving at me, that was... I squinted my eyes, and after a closer look, it turned out to be Duoji.

I hurried out of the house and walked up the stone road. Duoji saw me from a distance, and ran down quickly, as if he still had something in his arms.

"Ajiala." When he saw me now, he was no longer as unfamiliar as when he first met, but more affectionate.He handed the book to me, and I took a look, and it turned out to be "The Analects of Confucius".He gasped and said, his face flushed twice, "Can you teach Dorji to read "The Analects of Confucius?"

I was taken aback, "Are there many Han books in Drepung Monastery?"

He shook his head, "No, I got it from my master. My master knows a lot. I want to be like him too."

"He knows Chinese characters?" I asked in surprise.

Dorje nodded with reverence on his face, "Master not only knows, he can also speak a lot of Chinese, although I don't understand some of them."

It seems that he is proficient in Chinese. Wouldn't it be superfluous for later generations to translate his Tibetan poems into Chinese?Moreover, different people have different translation methods, so that the current version is chaotic, and sometimes it is not clear whether it is his original work.

"My father said that there is no Han scholar who knows "The Analects of Confucius", so I also want to learn it." He said in a muffled voice, "Ajiala, can you teach me?"

"Of course. But..." I paused.

"What?" he asked.

I bit my lip unconsciously, feeling a little conflicted in my heart.A lot of chances and coincidences brought me back here. Should I really do what I want to do?Perhaps, my appearance was God's will... Seeing Dorje's strange expression in front of me, I couldn't help laughing, and said, "Although I am a Han Chinese, I also admire Tibetan culture. It was only a coincidence that I came to Drepung Monastery Pause, maybe it will never come again. So..."

My heart was beating small, but Duoji was confused.I took a breath, "So... I really want to hear a sutra lesson from your guru, okay?" I asked cautiously.

He was taken aback for a moment, and when he understood, he said happily, "Of course. The master has a very good temper, and he will definitely agree. Well, I will help Ajiala to say that the master's son is empty right now. .”

"Hey——" I wanted to grab him, but he ran so fast that he disappeared in a flash.I paced back and forth nervously.Just now my mind was hot, now I have calmed down and realized what I did.This is how to do?It is very likely that I will meet my idol soon, but I am not ready yet!I put my hands together, kept chanting the six-character mantra, and walked around anxiously.The pilgrims and monks who came and went could not help but look at me strangely.

I stared nervously at the direction Dorje was walking, and kept praying in my heart that he would not come out.However, he quickly ran back.When he smiled at me reassuringly, I knew I was done!Although I wanted to see him very much, I was really scared in my heart. I excused that listening to the Fa was a very serious matter and I had to go back and dress up.Dorje glanced at me with a smile and said that he would wait for me in Ganden Podrang's backyard in a moment.

"Oh." I nodded pretending to be calm, and ran all the way back.I was so nervous that I didn't even have the time to dress up. I simply brushed my hair, dusted off my robe, and changed into a pair of plain-colored Songba shoes.

Walking towards Ganden Phodrang step by step, I just felt that the muscles all over my body were tense. Ganden Phodrang, that is his bedroom.

"Ajiala." Dorji flashed out at some point, and kept waving at me.I smiled awkwardly, feeling light on my feet.He led me through several verandahs.In order to divert my attention, I tried my best to look around.

Ganden Phodrang has seven floors in total, which are divided into three buildings: front, middle and back.In the front yard are various warehouses in the basement.The courtyard on the second floor covers an area of ​​more than 400 square meters, surrounded by corridors of monks' houses. The daily life of the DL Lama is mainly on the seventh floor, with scripture halls, bedrooms, lecture halls, and meeting rooms.

I carefully looked at the surrounding scenery, it is really magnificent.The development of Tibetan Buddhism to this day has obviously been branded with politics.All rulers will not be devout religious believers, playing tricks, fighting openly and secretly, and eliminating dissidents, which is not a violation of the precepts.Affluent food and clothing, and excellent supplies, have long violated the original intention of Buddhism to retreat from the world.For them, religion is nothing more than a means of stabilizing the mind.

I sighed, followed Dorje around to the top floor, and stopped in front of the lecture hall. "The master is inside, you go in quickly." He blinked at me, and then bowed to me with his hands folded.I slowly returned the salute, kicked my legs that were shaking like a sieve, and then turned and walked forward.