Ah, Ta'er Temple is really a sacred place. After hearing that Tsangyang Gyatso was released, he lingered in the area of ​​Alaxan Left Banner and Ta'er Temple.

Some people say he died of illness and was buried in Ta'er Temple, while others say he passed away at Chengqing Temple.

History is unsatisfactory. It is likely that later, the benevolent people could not bear to see the sentimental people ended up in failure and failure, and fabricated it similar to the water moon mirror flower that sympathized with the weak.

Putting aside all kinds of stories and legends, Ta'er Temple is really a sacred place, the endless prayer wheels, prayer flags fluttering in the wind, the loud chanting of scriptures, the devout lamas, the enthusiastic pilgrims, and the respectful tourists, everything is intertwined with the magnificent belief of the white walls and red halls.

It may be absurd to find love from a poem about a reincarnated living Buddha, but there is a deep sadness between the lines. Even if I first came into contact with Tibetan culture and the translation of this poem is different, I can't help but be moved. If you don't believe me, please listen:[

That day, I closed my eyes in the fragrance mist in the sutra hall, and suddenly heard the truth about your chanting of the sutra;

That month, I shook all the prayer tubes, not for salvation, but for touching your fingertips;

That year, I kowtowed and crawled on the mountain road, not for the sake of the audience, but for the warmth of yours;

In that life, I turned around mountains, waters and pagodas, not for reincarnation, but just to meet you on the way

The various books placed outside the temple have different translations of this; but I love this version only.

"I shake all the prayer tubes, not for the sake of salvation, but just to touch your fingertips." This is a bit Li Yu's gracefulness but more profound. It is easy to understand love. No wonder people who have been believers of generations accept him and chant them from generation to generation. Is this the power of love? Touch yourself and others? Or the boring lust of people after keeping warm?

I don’t know, put my hand on the palm of Yin Yijie’s hand, and I suddenly felt that after wandering around for so many days, I have gained what love is.

Love is not about giving me 30 million US dollars, nor is it about giving me five houses.

Instead, he carefully bathed me, just to confirm that I was healthy; he was so angry that he scolded me because he disrupted his plan and could not let Yin accept me as soon as possible, so he became a happy couple with me,,,,,,
Chapter completed!