Baima Weiyang

It was already winter, at the end of December in the Tibetan calendar, the westerly wind was blowing more and more violently, and heavy snow like goose feathers was flying all over Lhasa.I was sitting on a rocking chair covered with animal skin cushions, looking at the snowy scene in Zongjiao Lukang dimly through the window.But after watching for a long time, my vision was still blurry.Turning his head to look outside the side hall, the thick pulu curtains obscured the light in the room.

The faint firelight of the butter lamp reflected on the wall, stretching the reflection of the person studying Buddhist scriptures beside the meditation bed.I sucked in my moist nose, and a creamy fragrance accompanied by the fragrance of Buddha spread into my heart and lungs.Suddenly there was the sound of snowflakes slapping outside the window, and I paused, then turned my head and stared at the snowflakes that were disappearing and appearing at that time, staring blankly for a while.

"Suddenly like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear trees bloom..." I recited the poems of my predecessors aloud, my eyes were fixed outside the window, but my voice was thrown back vigorously.After waiting for a while, there was still no movement behind him for a long time.I stood up uncontrollably, walked a few steps to the side of the person who was buried in the Buddhist scriptures, and whispered in his ear again in a soft tone, "What does it look like when the snow falls? It's almost like spreading salt in the air. If the willow catkins are blown by the wind..."

The man still didn't respond, so I turned to his other side without giving up, and adapted a poem majesticly, "Snowy scenery, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting. Looking inside and outside Lhasa, there is nothing but wildness; up and down the river, Stop talking!" After reading in one breath, Cangyang Gyatso flipped his fingers twirling the pages of the book.Seeing his reaction, I couldn't help but swallow my saliva nervously.After two seconds, he slowly raised his head.I was startled, and immediately looked at him excitedly.Just as he was about to say something, he reached out and patted my cheek, "I don't understand."

I was furious, and when I was angry, I pulled his cassock with shamelessness, "How come, you are so smart." Cangyang Gyatso stretched out his hand and pulled the cassock back, "I am not proficient in Chinese. You read poems and lyrics for a while. Yes, I don't understand what you're talking about."

Seeing him buried his head in the scriptures again, I stomped my feet angrily, strode back to the window, and sat down on the rocking chair with a "boom".I shook my body a few times, and I sighed. I had been reciting poems correctly for a long time, but now my throat is really dry.I took out the hot leather jug ​​from my pocket, opened it and took a sip.After the hot air in my throat had completely subsided into my stomach, I continued to lean back on the window frame to breathe, looking out through the slender slit.

I don't understand what, it's just that I don't want to agree.I sprayed all the ink in my stomach, with only one meaning: let me out.Helpless, this guy is extremely backward in thinking, completely ignoring the light that keeps flickering in my eyes longing for freedom.

It's all because half a month ago, when I went out to walk in the snow, I accidentally caught wind and cold, and it turned out to be cured two days ago.I don't know why, although the winter on the plateau is not as cold and humid as in the south, but my body can't adapt to the high cold anyway.So Tsangyang Gyatso strictly forbade me to go out.But I really want to go out... Seeing the snowflakes falling down like cotton wool, my heart is so itchy...

After an unknown amount of time, there was a slight sound of footsteps behind him.I ignored it and continued to stare out the window, until the half-heated leather kettle in my hand was taken away, and I was relieved.Turning around, Tsangyang Gyatso was putting a hot leather kettle into my lapel.I stared blankly at his slender fingers sliding across my chest, but raised my eyes to meet his shiny black eyes.Knowing that he was going to trick me again, I quickly turned my eyes away.

I caught a glimpse of him bending down from the corner of my eye, and I was taken aback, and just as I was about to struggle, my body was lifted up into the air by him.Tsangyang Gyatso sat on the rocking chair alone, and I was placed on his lap by him.I twisted my body, but I couldn't escape his imprisoned hands.There was nothing to do, so I had to turn my eyes elsewhere.The leather kettle in his arms was very hot, and after a while, his palms and forehead became sweaty.

"Are you going to keep ignoring me?" A warm breath came from my ear, and I subconsciously dodged to the side.Just as he was about to raise his hand to scratch his itchy earlobe from the blowing, his shoulder was pressed down by Tsangyang Gyatso's jaw.A heavy soreness came, and I tilted my head and glanced at him, "It's not like you don't know that I can't help it."

Tsangyang Gyatso stretched out his hands, bent my legs, and turned my whole body around.Facing the handsome face that was so close at hand, I wanted to reach out to hug it several times, but after thinking about it, I felt that I couldn't give up all my previous efforts. In the end, I had to pinch the palm of my hand with my nails to restrain the urge.I don't know if he felt the battle between heaven and man in my heart, Cangyang Gyatso gave me a light look, and then buried his head and kissed my neck.I froze for a moment, and suddenly felt a tingling sensation spreading through my whole body like an electric current, and when I hurriedly tried to push it away, it was already too late.

Alas... I sighed sadly, and my bent legs hung down on both sides of his body.I reached out and took out the leather water bottle in my arms and threw it on the stone floor, and I stood up and fell into Tsangyang Gyatso's arms.His head was resting on his chest, and there was a heavy heartbeat in his ear.The warm fingertips kneaded my earlobe, inexplicably having a hypnotic effect.Just when I was getting tired, Tsangyang Gyatso leaned over to my ear and said in a low voice, "I will take you out in a few days."

"What?" I heard a shiver, and seeing that he was about to sit up, I hurriedly raised my hand to wrap around his neck.My lips touched his chin inadvertently, and I stared at him with blinking eyes, "The master keeps what he says?!" Cangyang Gyatso looked at me for a long time with downcast eyes, and then nodded "Yes".Immediately, I was ecstatic, held his face and kissed and kissed until he pressed me back into his arms coldly.

It took me a long time to regain my comfortable position, and I yawned lazily.There is no leather kettle as a hand warmer, and my fingers will become cold in a short while.I put it to my mouth and exhaled, but I couldn't get back the warmth.There was nothing he could do, so he simply reached into Cangyang Gyatso's lapel.As long as you don't take the opportunity to touch it, heating is still allowed.I scanned his face and saw that he didn't respond for a long time, so I went back to sleep with peace of mind.Looking out of the window with half-closed eyes, the snow flakes are getting bigger and bigger, submerging the whole world in a vast expanse of white...

The winter on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is particularly long, with snow and wind, and everything withered.Every time it comes to this season, I really realize the harsh living environment on this land.It's just that this year's winter is different from every previous one.Because this is the first time I spend the winter with Tsangyang Gyatso, the first time I have him drive away all the severe cold for me...

It’s almost the end of December, and the snowy land is about to usher in a grand Tibetan New Year. The more intense festive atmosphere seems to break through the tranquility of winter in one fell swoop.Before the Tang Dynasty, the Tibetans celebrated the New Year with ripe wheat.After Princess Wencheng entered Tibet, the calendar of the Central Plains was introduced to the plateau, and the Tibetan area changed to celebrate the New Year at the same time as the Han people.However, most of the time the dates of the Tibetan New Year and the Han Chinese Spring Festival are not the same, and the festival customs are also quite different.

A few days before the new year, whether in farming or pastoral areas, men of all ages shave their heads, while women wash and braid their hair for good luck in the coming year. From the 28th, every household starts to clean the house, the aisle of the village, and the corners of the fields. This custom is similar to the "dust removal" of the Han people.

In addition, the men in the village have to ride horses to the nearby holy mountain, cut off the cypress branches, and carry them home for the use of mulberry during the Chinese New Year.Women brew highland barley wine at home, fry all kinds of oil fruits, and make buttered milk lamb.

In many rural areas near the Han people, New Year pictures and couplets are pasted on the doors of houses.But in Lhasa, this custom is not prevalent.But I am an out-and-out Han Chinese, and I miss my relatives a lot during the festive season, so I pestered Tsangyang Gyatso to write me a few copies.

Seeing that his handwriting in Tibetan is so fast, I can't help but feel itchy.But this pile of crooked "symbols" became spring worms and autumn snakes under my bamboo pen.Cangyang Gyatso immediately sneered when he saw it.Unconvinced, I changed my handwriting to Chinese and handed it to him triumphantly. As a result, he took me to a calligraphy class.From then on, I never dared to show off to him again.

But these couplets came in handy in the end, some were sent to Gesang, and some were sent to Qiongjie in a hurry.Originally, the copies I wrote were confiscated by Cangyang Gyatso because they were too ugly, but after all, they were my own works, so I was somewhat reluctant, so I stole them back when he was not prepared.The day before the courier rushed to Qiongjie, I hurriedly stopped Danba and handed him my couplet and a greeting letter.Although I can't celebrate the New Year with my family this year, I should at least bring my blessings and thoughts to them...

As expected, Tsangyang Gyatso did not break his promise, and took me out for a walk every night for the past few days.Every household is preparing for the New Year. There are not many pedestrians and merchants on the street, but the slightly deserted atmosphere is very satisfactory to me.Being able to breathe fresh air and enjoy the world of two is much better than staying in Zongjiao Lukang.

In Tibet, where all people believe in religion, grand festivals are naturally inseparable from religious rituals, especially the Tibetan New Year.It’s just that there won’t be too many activities before the year, and some monks in the Potala Palace will also go home to celebrate the New Year, so Tsangyang Gyatso still has a lot of free time during this period.

In order to relieve my boredom, this year, we followed Danba home.Danba was born in a peasant family, not far from Barkhor's home. On the night of the 29th, Tsangyang Gyatso changed into a common robe and led me to Danba's house.Like ordinary farmers, this is a two-story flat-roofed house with a small courtyard.

The narrow windows and the wooden door have been replaced with new curtains, brand-new prayer flags are inserted on the roof, and the symbol of Yongzhong is drawn in front of the door.When I walked into the house, the family was sitting around and busy making reunion dinner.Danba concealed Tsangyang Gyatso's true identity, only saying that he was a relative of an official in the Potala Palace.When everyone heard that they were related to the Potala Palace, their attitudes became more respectful and polite.

Danba is the only monk in his family, and he has to go to the Buddhist hall to recite blessings before the reunion dinner.I was bored, and I was never interested in making Tibetan food, so I went with Tsangyang Gyatso.The lights in the Buddhist hall are dim, and Qiema and wheat seedlings are enshrined in the center of the divine table.The so-called Qiema is actually a five-grain bucket, that is, on the left and right sides of a wooden box painted with colorful patterns, there are fried wheat grains and tsampa mixed with ghee, and green twig ears and colored flowers made of ghee are inserted on the top.

I don't know if it's because I haven't eaten for most of the day. Looking at the tsampa exuding the fragrance of butter, I subconsciously swallowed dry saliva.Seeing that something was wrong with me, Tsangyang Gyatso immediately gave me a sideways glance.After receiving his warning, I hurriedly lowered my head and rubbed my stomach.Guessing that there would be some time before we left for dinner, he asked Danba to bring me some Kasai.Kasai is a kind of pasta fried in ghee, painted with paint, wrapped in sugar, and made into various shapes, such as ears, butterflies, bars and so on.

After eating a little to pad my stomach, the reunion dinner has been prepared.Before eating, everyone has to hold a ball of wet noodles in their hands, knead them tightly and rub various parts of their bodies, and then throw the dough full of diseases and bad luck to the ghosts and monsters while chanting a long series of Tibetan words. in broken earthenware pots for good luck in the coming year.

After finishing all this, the hostess of the house will personally hold the spoon and serve Gutu for everyone.In ancient times, Tibet was almost isolated from the outside world due to inconvenient transportation. Most Tibetans liked to use highland barley and tsampa to make porridge or noodle soup for dinner. They are collectively called "Tuba" in Tibetan.The dinner on the 29th is called "Gutu", which is a porridge made of noodles, mutton, ginseng fruit, etc.

I thanked Danba’s grandmother with a smile. I looked down at the big bowl full of Gutu, and felt my right hand holding the spoon tremble slightly..."Didn’t you keep shouting hungry? Why don’t you eat now? ?” Cangyang Gyatso turned to look at me with a blank expression on his face.I leaned in his direction and said softly, "Cangyang Gyatso, I'm afraid."

He glanced at me speechlessly, then turned his head away.I rubbed my knee against his leg, but he didn't respond.Seeing him bowing his head and eating a piece of gnocchi, I quickly reached out and grabbed his arm, my eyes flicked across his face, "What did you eat?!"

"Wool." As he said, he spit out the wool and put it on the table.I looked at it jealously for a while before turning my eyes back to my own bowl.In order to increase the joy of the festival, wool, stones, charcoal, peppers and other items will be wrapped in the gnocchi, each representing a different meaning.Wool represents a soft heart, stone represents a cruel heart, charcoal represents a black heart, and chili represents an unforgiving mouth.

Once you eat these things, you must spit them out in public, so that everyone can comment on each other.I don't know if it's because I don't have much confidence in my character. When I heard such a custom, my heart was full of fear.

Taking a deep breath secretly, I scooped up a piece of gnocchi with a spoon, brought it to my lips to cool it down, and stuffed it into my mouth.Taking a bite slowly, I hurriedly reached out and covered my mouth.Turning his eyes to Cangyang Gyatso, he pulled my hand away and looked at me calmly, "Spit it out and have a look."

"Don't!" I shook my head violently, the sound came out of my throat, and the hot soup overflowed between my teeth and under my tongue, making me cough uncontrollably.Hearing the noise, everyone in the room turned their eyes.I blushed immediately, and plunged into Cangyang Gyatso's arms without thinking.

He has long been used to my sudden clinginess from time to time, and he reached out to stroke my braids, his arms just blocking everyone's sight.I breathed a sigh of relief, and just about to wipe the sweat off my forehead with the hem of his shirt, I heard a voice with a smile next to my ear, "She's always like this, I'll make you laugh."

"Haha..." Hearing his explanation, everyone in the room laughed.I raised my eyes and peeked out secretly, but unexpectedly met Shangcangyang Gyatso's dark eyes.He rolled his eyes and pushed me out of his arms without saying a word.I responded to everyone's laughter in an embarrassing manner, with sweat beading off my face.

This meal really put me to shame.After finally calming down the laughter, I scooped up another gnocchi to eat, took a small bite carefully, and it seemed that there was nothing unusual.I was just thinking that this time I finally don't have to swallow the chili peppers raw, but unexpectedly there was a "crack" in my mouth.Hearing the noise, Cangyang Gyatso reached out to my lips, and I honestly spat out the pebbles.

Not all gnocchi will have something in them, but I wondered why I was so unlucky that I was shot twice in a row when everyone else was eating well.So I learned to be smart, and this time I took one from Tsangyang Gyatso's bowl.Bite down, but it is an indescribable strange smell.After chewing for a long time, I immediately spit it out... It turned out to be charcoal! !

Cangyang Gyatso sighed, and pinched my cheek with his slender fingers, "Do you know what to do next year?" I looked at him and nodded depressedly.

After the reunion dinner, everyone poured the remaining Gutu in the bowl into the broken earthen pot for sending ghosts.Danba's elder brother walked in front with the broken clay pot, and the rest followed behind with their torches held high. After turning into the street, they joined the mighty crowd on the street.

After driving the ghosts to the crossroads, everyone went back to the closed door and sang praises to the door.This is the exorcism ceremony held every year on December 29 of the Tibetan calendar in Lhasa.

After saying goodbye to Danba's family, it was already late at night when we came out.Danba served Cangyang Gyatso all the year round, and rarely had the opportunity to go home to visit relatives. Today, he was simply allowed to stay and reunite with his family.Coincidentally, Tsangyang Gyatso and I can also enjoy the two-person world all the way.

Breathing the cold but clear air, the depression brought by Gutu seemed to be expelled at once.I wandered around in a good mood, looking up at the sky, the stars all over the sky hung high in the night, like a picture scroll of the heavenly palace with black silver medals.I heard that winter is the season with the most bright stars in the four seasons of the year. I have never observed it carefully before, but now it seems that it is really true.

I turned around and walked backwards in front of Tsangyang Gyatso.Staring blankly at his handsome face, it took me a long time to look away.I reached out and took out a booklet from my pocket. I opened it in front of my eyes, looked at it under the bright starlight, and my eyes stopped between a line of familiar verses.

"Hey, what is this word? I can't read clearly again, can you read it for me?" I raised my hand and handed the booklet in front of him.He reached out to take it, looked at it twice, and his eyes became cold again.I hurried to his side and shook his arm.Tsangyang Gyatso leaned down, and a voice like a rhythmic stone sounded in his ears, "I have let go of the world, but I have never let go of you."

I looked at him stupidly, and whispered, "Me too..."

Tsangyang Gyatso's face suddenly darkened, he reached out and grabbed my waist, and walked away.I followed in a hurry, but my heart was sweet.While he was not paying attention, he quickly took the booklet back and carefully stuffed it back into his arms.

This pamphlet was the result of my painstaking efforts to get the master to agree to copy it again.The original collection of poems was too big to carry around.Now that I have such a small book, I can take it out and study it at any time.

Turning his head to look at Cangyang Gyatso's face, under the cover of the starlight, his face was a bit blurred.I sneered, and I can't blame me.Who told him to never sweet talk me, I can only take advantage of it by my own means.

Thinking of me touching the brochure on my chest again, Cangyang Gyatso couldn't help but bury his head in my ear when he saw me like this, "You like me to read poems to you so much?" I nodded and rubbed the tip of my nose against him. cheek.Cangyang Gyatso lowered his eyes, and his warm breath hit my neck, "Why?"

"Because..." I paused, and looked at him seriously, "Because I liked you before I met you." Cangyang Gyatso sized me up, leaned down and kissed me The fiery breath kept escaping from the thin lips, "You are so brave, how dare you blaspheme the Living Buddha."

I bent the corner of my mouth, wanting to speak but couldn't make a sound for a long time.After lingering for a while, the body was slightly pulled away.The night wind came in and made me shiver.Tsangyang Gyatso stretched out his hand to wrap me in his outer robe, and I wrapped my arms around his waist tightly, inhaling the fragrance of Buddha in his arms.

Walking forward slowly, feeling the warmth beside me, I just feel that the street scene in Lhasa has also become more splendid.I was appreciating it happily, but suddenly I heard Tsangyang Gyatso say, "In a few days, there will be a Dharma preaching meeting, and I may be too busy to take care of you..."

When I stopped, he saw me stop, and couldn't help but look down at me, "I'll come to see you at night, don't run out to look for me if you suddenly miss me, do you hear me?!" The handsome man in front of him frowned slightly Twist, I nodded numbly, but the back of my head was pushed hard.

"Understood..." Hastily agreed, and was held in his arms again and continued to walk forward.In a trance, I heard Tsangyang Gyatso educate me a few more words, but the voice came to my ears indistinctly.

I raised my hand and touched my face with a stiff expression, but my heart was as cold as ice crystals melting... Is it the first month of the Tibetan Year of the Water Sheep to preach the Great Summoning Ceremony... If I remember correctly, Diba's political road will soon be It's over...