Baima Weiyang

"The sky is high and windy, muddy Zomba. Long field roads, Gesang Meiduo in May, hundreds of miles of prosperity..." Muttering random words, the beautiful scenery of Tibet in early summer is like a picture scroll It unfolds before your eyes.The fragrance of Rhododendrons from the plateau floats in the air, and I close my eyelids slightly, feeling warm, as if the peaceful and soft sunlight is blowing into my heart.

Unconsciously humming an unknown Tibetan tune, I lowered my head to avoid the half-thawed frozen soil under my feet.Streaks of wolfsbane on both sides covered my calf, which inexplicably brought a bit of itching.Kneeling down and touching, there are carmine red buds, snow-white petals, and bright yellow stamens, one by one.It can be described as graceful and graceful, but I restrained the idea of ​​picking it because of its poisonous juice.

Gesang means "happiness" in Tibetan.And Gesang Meiduo is the synonym for the flower of happiness, and there is no specific variety.Snow lotus, cosmos, chamaejasma, including the plateau Rhododendron all over the mountain, are all collectively called Gesang Meiduo.In fact, in the hearts of Tibetans, flowers blooming everywhere are like sacred beliefs in their hearts.

Gesang flowers have thin stems and small petals, weak but tall and straight.Enjoy the sunshine on the plateau, but also withstand the wind and cold in the snowy area.In addition to its own habits, there is another important reason, that is, it is poisonous.Perhaps every creature needs a reason not to be harmed in order to survive.Thinking of this, I couldn't help sighing.

It's been nearly a year and a half since I came back to Joanne, but I still don't seem to fit in.Thinking about it, I only stayed in Lhasa for a few months, but the special taste has almost been integrated into my bones and blood.Looking up at the green fields intertwined with rice paddies in the distance, and the mountains with hundreds of grasses.It's a little familiar in a trance, but it's a little more unreal when you look closely.

Qiongjie is located in the Shannan area of ​​Tibet, on the valley floor of the south bank of the middle reaches of the Yarlung Zangbo River.The west, south and north sides are surrounded by mountains, and the east side is a narrow valley.The terrain is high in the west and low in the east, with a vast area of ​​cultivated land and grassland.Consistent with the general climate on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, Qiongjie also has a small annual temperature range, a large daily range, and four seasons in a day, which really corresponds to the saying that life is like a year.

Qiongjie is dominated by agriculture, with well-developed animal husbandry and handicrafts.If it is a place that is different, it is the ruins of the earliest castle in Tibet, "Pibo City", and the tombs of the Tibetan kings that were built in the Tubo period.It's just that these are all tourist resources, and it's natural to have a good tour in modern times.But in the time and space of 300 years ago, it was a luxury to even take a look at it from a distance.

In May, the aquatic plants begin to flourish.Everything on the plateau is revitalized as if waking up.

I remember that when I first returned to Qiongjie, it was already winter.When I fled Lhasa, I was still unconscious.His consciousness is shallow, but he can feel the unprecedented bumps.Fearing that Cangyang Gyatso would send someone to chase him after he woke up, Tashi Pingcuo almost rode forward day and night.

Although I was placed in the carriage, I had just experienced a big parting, my mind was damaged, and my body was too weak to withstand the exhaustion of the journey.So much so that after returning to Qiongjie, she has been in a coma.It happened that the weather was suddenly cold, and I fell seriously ill.

It took a whole month for this disease to be completely cured.Later, although he was not comatose, he remained unconscious.When lying on the bed, I had nightmares again and again, only hearing myself shouting Tsangyang Gyatso's name desperately.At that time, I didn't know that my father and mother knew nothing about my affairs in the western suburbs of Lhasa.But when I shouted like this, I couldn't hide anything.Tashi Pingcuo just explained the general situation to them, and the father sighed repeatedly in heartache, but the mother cried silently.

Although I can't afford to be ill, I know all of this.

When I woke up, my mother was by my bedside.I looked at her in a daze, and before I could say anything, my mother hugged me first, and a lot of tears wet my shoulders, "Good boy, just come back, just come back..."

Hearing this sentence, the depression and grievance in my heart for many days suddenly turned into an invisible pressure, pushing tears out of my eyes.I don't know where the traces of different bitterness in the tears come from.I just feel that in the huge Tibetan area, there are still some people who don't treat me as a different kind or a witch.At that moment, Grandma's arms seemed to overlap with the home in the 21st century that I have been in since I was born.

What's more fortunate is that the Tibetans in Qiongjie don't seem to know that I am the witch who made them almost lose their Living Buddha.This way, my life will be much easier.I do not deny that I am very afraid of the scene on the streets of Drepung Monastery happening again.I don't want to be the target of public criticism anymore. It feels so hopeless.Especially after losing Tsangyang Gyatso... Tsangyang Gyatso... This name seems to be a scar engraved in my heart.No matter how many days slip by at the fingertips, it still hurts as before.

During the day, I can live heartlessly.But at night, memories are like clusters of purgatory fires, burning the flesh on the tip of my heart.I watched it fall off layer by layer, but I was powerless to stop it.All I can do is to hold my chest and wait for the wave of pain to pass slowly.

Maybe there really is a curse in this world.As soon as I left Drepung Monastery, the plague gradually subsided.It was only after Qiongjie did I know that the plague had actually spread outside Lhasa, and it was even worse than what I saw on the streets of Drepung Monastery.At that time, I didn't have any thoughts in my mind, but my chest felt cold.Is not it?All this proves that my departure was right, and I can't even have a chance to regret it.

Shaking his head, he shook off a series of breathless emotions.I walked along the path under my feet, and the blue-colored Songba shoes kept kicking over stones and broken mud, and there was a faint ring of iron-gray dirt on the edge of the boots.Turning out of the field and turning a few more trails, the mountain wall loomed in front of me, and the wide field of vision slowly closed.

As soon as he walked into the small valley, a damp cool air rushed over his face.Smelling the slightly sweet smell with enjoyment, I walked slowly along the stream.On both sides of the stream bank, there are dense palm-leaved rhubarb leaves that are not yet ready for flowering. The long stems are nearly two meters high, and the emerald green wide oval leaves are swaying in the wind.A few rays of sunlight that were not covered by the mountain were projected over, and broken shadows could not stop shaking on the light ochre-colored stream stones.

Looking in the direction of the stream, a thin figure was squatting on a huge stream stone.Occasional splashes of water fell on his rough and worn robes.I was taken aback, and ran over quickly.Although this is a small valley, the stream is very turbulent due to the relatively large undulations of the terrain.Tashi Puncuo strictly forbids me to come here, but I really like the quietness here, and I will sneak here when he is not at home.

In order not to scare him, I tried my best to make the loudest noise, and the Songba shoes on my feet hurt a little from stepping on the gravel.But standing behind him for a while, he didn't seem to notice me yet.After hesitating for a moment, I reached out and patted his shoulder, "Puganan, what are you doing here?"

Surprisingly, Ganan wasn't taken aback.He turned his head and smiled at me, with a pair of clear eyes sparkling on his round face, "Ajiala, I'm weaving flowers."

Dazed for a moment, looking along his thin arm, the tiny fingers were moving clumsily, and the few white grass under his fingers made a sighing sound.How could white grass be able to weave any flowers, I couldn't help touching Ganan's face distressedly, "Okay, Ajiala will wait for Puganan to weave beautiful flowers! "

"Hmm!" As if affirmed, Ganan turned around and gave me a big smile.I pinched his cheek, but the smile on his face was somewhat forced.

Ganan is the youngest of Aunt Caiji's family at the head of the village.He was originally a smart child, and within a few months after he was born, he was taken to ask the lama in the monastery to touch his head and bless him. The old lama said that he had a predestined relationship with the Buddha and would accept him as an apprentice in the future.This made Aunt Caiji's family very happy.

Unexpectedly, when Ganan was five years old, he suddenly developed a high fever, which lasted for three days, and became an idiot after waking up.Aunt Caiji's family was already poor, and she gave birth to a son in order to have a labor force.I wanted Ganan to become a monk when he grows up, so that the whole family can enjoy happiness along with him.But in this way, hope has become a burden instead.Ganan's father hated him even more.

Aunt Caiji cried so much that she beat her chest and feet, but after she was there, she didn't care much about Ganan, and only let the eldest daughter of the family, Karma, take care of him.Nagama didn't like Ganan, so from the age of five, Ganan's life was very hard.But he is just a child, and he doesn't understand anything, not even whether his own life is suffering or not.

Ganan is nine years old this year. In fact, I don't think he is really stupid, but his intellectual development is slower than that of ordinary children.But I think so, and it can't change his father and mother's mind.Every time I see him, I feel very distressed, so I will do my best to take care of and protect him.

He straightened the crooked robe for Ganan, who was serious about knitting flowers, and suddenly found that his neck was dark. He stretched out his hand and opened the skirt a little, and there were still a few red marks.Impatient, I hurriedly leaned into Ganan's ear, "Puganan, tell Ajiala, is Basang and the others bullying you again?"

Seeing that he didn't answer, I pressed his tiny fingers and turned his attention back.Ganan looked back at me, still grinning, "Don't bully, Ganan doesn't hurt..."

"Did you drop it yourself?" I frowned.But he ignored my questioning, turned around, and went to deal with the white grass in his hand.Knowing that he didn't quite understand what I said, he didn't say anything more.Looking at the excitedly busy little figure, I suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Because of Ganan's stupidity, his neighbors look down on him, so he is often bullied.Basang is a well-known snake in the village, the kind that gods and ghosts hate.Relying on the bad money at home and some kung fu, he can do whatever he wants.Every time he touched Ganan, he was beaten and kicked.Bisheng Ganan's senses are particularly dull, and he doesn't cry when he's in pain, but just rolls his big black eyes back and forth.Although the villagers felt pitiful, no one dared to offend Basang.

I was bumped into by me once, and I naturally went up to do what was right.Unexpectedly, the Basang people are not only domineering, but also perverted.To be honest, I personally think that I am still a bit pretty.At least after traveling here, Maggie Ami is the only person I've seen who is prettier than me.But my beauty is my business, and it's not up to this beast to judge.

It was too late to say it, but then it was too fast, I fled in a hurry with Ganan in my arms, but the beast was chasing after me.Grandma's sprint is quite fast.It took me a few steps to catch up.Fortunately, Tashi Pingcuo rushed over before the wolf hand touched my skirt.I hurriedly cried to him, but Basang was severely beaten by Tashi Puncuo.The next day, my nose was still bruised and my face was swollen. My left foot was long and my right foot was short, so I apologized.Since then, others have become a lot more honest, and when they see me, they even take a detour.

"Ajiala, this is for you..." Unexpectedly, a few fluffy white grass stretched out in front of my eyes, and the dried flowers and fruits swayed from side to side like ears of wheat, which startled me.Gathering his mind, he said with a smile, "Okay, thank you Puganan." He just wanted to reach out to take it.Unexpectedly, with a twist of Ganan's little wrist, two small bundles of tangled white grass were respectively inserted between my pair of braids.

"Flower, good-looking, good-looking..." Ganan clapped his hands excitedly, with a naive smile on his face.The flexible ears brush my ears from time to time, which is really itchy.It can be seen that Ganan's face is happy, I can only bite the bullet and endure it.He stretched out his arms and hugged him, "Puganan, Ajiala will send you back now. It's dangerous here, so don't come here alone in the future, okay?"

"Dangerous?" Ganan blinked ignorantly. "Yeah!" I nodded my head and said emphatically, "The stream here can swallow people, it's terrible...don't come here again, do you know?" Ganan looked at me, as if he still didn't understand.Seeing that he didn't ask any more questions, I stopped talking and just walked back with him in my arms.In fact, knowing that it is useless to tell him, I just need to watch him more in the future.

After walking a few steps, there was a "thud" sound of the air being kicked away from the sky behind.I simply stopped and watched the black shadow flying over my head stand still in front of me with a calm face.With a flick of the sapphire blue robe, Dunzhu's crisp and lovely baby face was revealed.