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On the afternoon of July 2nd 10:53, I posted a circle of friends: "No matter how low the starting point is, there will be growth, no matter how slow the growth is, there will be progress, and no matter how small the progress is, there will be gains." There is no road in vain, every step counts. Everything is the best arrangement [smile] "A friend commented at 65438+ 0:36 a.m.: I recommend you to see Gunlimbaugh.
I didn't see it until I woke up in the morning Surprisingly, the poet Bering passers-by in the circle of friends also sent a sentiment about Gang Rinpoche: "After watching the movie Gang Rinpoche, I came back to listen to this article and was moved by myself. Tibet is definitely a place worthy of our heartfelt feelings again and again. I don't want to go to any scenic spots in Tibet. I just want to walk around Potala and Jokhang Temple every day to see those devout people and feel their simplest joy. I like sitting by the window of a Tibetan restaurant, drinking butter tea and letting the sun shine on me warmly. At that time, I felt very happy without thinking about anything ... "That was her testimony about Tibet, called Tibet, the distance that passed by.
Tibet is the place I've always wanted to go. But this is the first time I have seen the name Gon Rinpoche. Please forgive me for knowing too little.
Therefore, Baidu's "Ren Gang Qi Bo": Qi Bo in Ren Gang, Meili Snow Mountain, Qingshan Mountain in Anima and Gaduojuevo in Yushu, Qinghai are also called the four sacred mountains of Tibetan Buddhism. The Gangdise Mountains straddle the Kunlun Mountains in the north and the Himalayas in the south, lying like a giant dragon on the vast plateau of Ali in western Tibet. It holds its head high, like a huge pyramid, standing on the Aripulan Plateau, which is the main peak of Gangrinboqi at an altitude of 6656 meters.
Qi Feng in Gangrenbo is a sacred mountain among many religions. In Sanskrit, it is called Mount Jiro, and the northern foot of Gangrenbo Qi Feng is the birthplace of Shiquan River in the upper reaches of the Indus River. According to legend, Yongzhong Bonism originated in this mountain; Hinduism regards mountains as Shiva's residence and the center of the world; Jainism believes that this mountain is the place where its founder, Rishabana Monastery, got inspiration. Tibetan Buddhism believes that this mountain is the residence of King Kong, representing boundless happiness, and many believers wander around here all year round.
Gangrinboqi is a sacred mountain recognized in the world, and it is also recognized as the world center of China, Tibet, Yongzhong Bonism, Hinduism, Tibetan Buddhism and ancient Jainism. Gangrinpoche is not the highest mountain in this area, but only its snow-covered peaks can shine strangely in the sun and attract people's attention.
Although I have no religious belief, I am full of respect for those who have religious belief. So, I bought a movie at noon 12:50 and went to the cinema to find out.
At noon, the cinema was really empty. There are only five people in such a big venue. By the light of the advertisement on the screen, I vaguely saw two women in their forties sitting in front of me. They have been talking about something.
I sat down quietly, looking forward to the beginning of the film. ......
From the beginning, the film recorded the ordinary daily life of Tibetans. Women are cooking in the house, men are herding cattle and sheep on the mountain, and families of all sizes are sitting around the fire. Everyone is holding Bazin and drinking butter tea, and there is not much expression in peace.
The two ladies sitting in front of me kept chattering, which really ruined the beautiful and peaceful life in the film. I can't help but remind you softly: Would you please be quiet? At this time, they looked around and seemed to realize that they were in the cinema, and finally they were quiet. .....
Yang Pei, a 72-year-old villager in Pula village, said to his companions when he was herding sheep on the mountain: My brother died. He always wanted to go to Gangrinpoche, but I was too old. We have followed cattle and sheep all our lives, and I want to go to Gangrinpoche to worship. ......
Nimatuju (Yang Pei's nephew) decided to take his uncle on a pilgrimage to Lhasa and Shenshangang Rinpoche to fulfill his father's last wish. It is said that the zodiac of Buddha Sakyamuni belongs to the horse, and the year of the horse is equivalent to other years 13 turn, which is the most effective accumulation of virtue. 1 1 people in the village joined the team, including pregnant women who were pregnant for half a year, butchers who were uneasy about being slaughtered, disabled teenagers, middle-aged couples who suffered family casualties when building houses, and their ignorant 9-year-old daughter ... They prepared sheepskin clothes, handkerchiefs, beef jerky, bedding and other things to be used all the way, and they used them for one year, and they have been using them for 20,000 years.
When the walking tractor full of their luggage was shaken, the helmsman Nima got up, sat in it and set off. When the people who saw me off were still close at hand, the people who followed the tractor began to prostrate and kowtow, which really shocked me. .....
Tang Xuanzang's Records of the Three Kingdoms in the Western Regions of Datang: "The forms of tribute are nine: 1. Speaking in condolence; 2. Bowing to show respect; 3. Holding hands high; 4. Holding hands flat; 5. Bowing down; 6. Bowing down; 7. Landing on both hands; 8 and 5 rounds of flexion. Landing with hands, knees and head together is the most respectful salute in Buddhism. We often describe how much we admire a person, but I never thought that they would leave Pula village in Mangkang for Gangrenboqi in this way. What hardships will they encounter in this long journey?
In this way, they kowtowed from dawn until dark. When they are hungry and tired, they sit down and cut beef jerky with a small knife to have a rest. It was dark, and they set up tents with their bare hands and made a fire at a roadside station. On the night they stopped, they laughed and shared the hardships along the way. The elders led them to start chanting together, and they fell asleep peacefully on a windy night. ......
In this way, they prostrated themselves in a few steps and walked out of the heavy snow into the lush green shade. Narrow mountain roads, flowing rivers, mud depressions on gravel roads, slippery snow trails and rolling stones failed to stop their worship! At the moment, it is difficult for me to express their situation in words. I prefer to record and share all this with pictures. .....
Along the way, when I thought it was a bitter day, they found the joy of life in the process, and the peace and tranquility they conveyed surprised me. After running for a day, they cut ice cubes with axes to draw water on the lake. They dragged their 9-year-old daughter to skate and play on the lake. When the sun was fine, they bask in the quilt on the roadside stones. They made wishes for those who helped them plow the fields. They were invited to have tea on the road. When they met other people on the road, they would also invite them to stop for tea and chat to share their food. They danced happily beside the flowing grass. They welcomed others and were welcomed by others all the way, and they were sent away all the way ... When I saw that this was a story on the pilgrimage, they turned this pass into an ordinary day, and everything happened like that, natural, calm and so logical. ....
The pregnant Tsering Quzhen gave birth to a child to welcome the arrival of a new life, and also tasted the joy after the pain! A few days later, she joined the pilgrimage step by step and named her newborn child "Ding Zidengda", which means happiness and long life. He was quiet when he was a child. When he is hungry and crying, Nima will call the mother of the child who is worshipping to the car to nurse, and then he will worship again. .....
Their tractor was hit by a car, rolled over in a canal on the side of the road, and its wheel was broken. But two people were injured in the car that hit them. They let the car go first without any entanglement, but they had to abandon the front of the car. These people pulled up the trunk with ropes on their shoulders and walked forward. Surprisingly, they pulled the carriage forward for a while, then put it down, walked back to the starting point of the carriage, knocked a few steps and made it up.
When they pulled a long slope in the car, no one complained and no one shouted tired. When the rickshaw puller said that he needed a woman to help push the cart, the 9-year-old girl Zaza was the first to run up and push after the cart. As they struggled forward, they sang a song: "I walked up the mountain step by step, and the snow fell bit by bit." At the place where Si Nuo and I agreed, I remembered my mother. We are all the same mother.
The 35-year-old butcher's house is surrounded by a wall. He is deeply guilty of killing every day. He said he felt better after drinking wine. In order to atone for his sins, he took part in this pilgrimage. When he crawled on the ground again, he did not move for a long time. I'm still worried about whether he will suddenly get sick because of fatigue. When the companion next to him climbed up to him and asked him, he said there was a bug in front of him ... He was making way for the bug. ......
When they sat down and said they were homesick, the little girl Zaza called her family. It is as simple as a few words. What are you doing? Did you miss me? I miss you very much! I seem silly. When I want to express my love most, I will only say I miss you!
After a year of seasonal changes, they finally saw the Potala Palace from a distance and prayed with their hands folded at a distance. They prostrated themselves at the foot of Potala Palace, worshiped before the gods, and were baptized by Hada and new life of the Lama. ......
They stayed in a small hotel in Potala Palace because they didn't have the travel expenses, went to the construction site to earn the travel expenses, helped the hotel owner to turn the mountain and kowtow, and were exempted from rent for two months. They came back quietly, just like the people who used to work in the laundry room and kitchen. .....
Two months later, I set off again for Rinpoche, the holy mountain. At this time, Ding Zidengda has started crawling on his mother's back, while the old uncle Yang Pei died quietly at the foot of Rinpoche ... Nima said that it is a blessing for the old man to die at the foot of the deep mountain, which is doomed by the mountain. He invited a trumpet to carry the old man to the nearest place to the holy mountain for a simple celestial burial ceremony. .....
At the end of the film, at the foot of a huge snow-capped mountain, pilgrims are still on the road, with their pure hearts ... When the screen is completely black, someone says: Let's recite the scriptures. ......
The two ladies sitting in front of me were as calm as water and didn't get up and leave until all the subtitles were over. .....
When I finish watching this movie and tell it again from beginning to end, I will find it boring and there are not many dramatic conflicts and plots. I just keep walking, walking, kowtowing, camping, chanting, going to the hospital when the baby is born, burying when the old man dies, singing and dancing happily occasionally, enjoying the beauty of life for a while, and then. .....
For most of us, there is nothing great, nothing glorious, nothing special, only persistence in life, just like pilgrims day after day.
Each of us has a dream, and we are all on our own road, and we will have different difficulties and setbacks. Some people give up, some people insist, some people are happy, some people are sad, some people are lonely, some people succeed, some people fail ..... Will we accept all kinds of situations given by life calmly like pilgrims? Can we, like pilgrims, keep our inner purity, respect every life and find our inner self quietly in the noisy life? Can we, like pilgrims, have enough spiritual strength, not forgetting our initiative, and trudge bravely and resolutely?
Life itself is a kind of practice! Given the power of time in the lonely gaze, what kind of stories will we have on the road?