Seda story

"If life is just like seeing it for the first time", the first time I saw him was a group of photos I saw a long time ago. There are many small red houses on the hill scattered with snow. The photographer was surprised to see the holy land after a long trek, and his shock deeply infected me through the lens. I only know that there is a place called Seda, which is a pure land far from the world and a country full of faith. I thought Seda was just a chance encounter with me, just a distant dream.

Maybe it's because of that sentence: you said you would come to Seda, so you must come.

Maybe it is: Buddha country, no nonsense.

Maybe: to find the answer.

So, I am here for a change. The familiar red house is exactly the same as the one in the photo. The little red house where Lama and Juem live is densely packed, layered and neat, covered with valleys, hillsides and ridges stretching for several kilometers. A single tree does not make a forest, and a hundred flowers bloom in spring. A simple red house is a legend. The altitude of 4000 meters has made it difficult for me to breathe, and I am suffocating in this red ocean.

It is a great miracle what motivates thousands of people to come to learn the law in such a place with a vast territory and sparsely populated, harsh environment and difficult conditions. Among the lamas debating scriptures, they come from all corners of the country, all kinds, different classes, different ages and different reasons. The only thing that is the same is that there is a Buddhist heart.

There was no room in the Laron Hotel, so we had to book a basement for nine people to live together. A boy from Qinghai and his mother have checked in. He ordered Tibetan incense and was soaking his feet, just like the host was talking to us enthusiastically. He came in August and lives in a friend's red house. This time he brought his parents. He told us where to eat clean and where to wash and dress in unclear Mandarin. His simple smile brought light to this dark room and dispelled my fear of living with strangers. It's just that the conditions are so bad that everyone is hesitating.

On the way, I met Xiao Juemu who picked grass and fed it to rabbits. She was 18 years old and was innocent. These two small pear nests are as lovely as the girls next door. When she heard that we were asking about accommodation, she contacted her host and told us not to worry. There must be a way. Then warmly invited us to their home to drink a cup of hot sugar water to solve the problem of high rebellion. Compared with his enthusiasm and sincerity, I am ashamed and even more ashamed of Seda's initial heart. Fortunately, everyone stopped asking about the room.

Xiaosan lives on the second floor, and the room in the kitchen aisle is 20 square meters. The room was full of statues of a generation of masters and masters, several scriptures, a small table, a blanket and a foam chopping block, lying on the floor. The master is in her forties, thin and wearing a pair of glasses, drinking mild sugar, and listening to her story: a native of Guangxi, who once worked in China Aluminum Industry, has a good family. A few years ago, he took his son to travel here, and his son insisted on staying and becoming a monk. When she came back, she decided to take her son to become a monk, and her husband followed her two years later. The family doesn't live together. Q: How about meeting your son? Answer or call mom; Q: How about meeting my husband? Meditate for a moment and answer: I have put it down.

As night fell, I came out of my hostess's house, feeling heavy and empty. This mentality is beyond our comprehension. I believe that as a woman, she may not completely let go, and I also believe that as a monk, she has indeed let go.

Everything is fate, and everything is caused by fate.

Seda, you are a mystery.

When I met Huaihua's hometown, it happened that he booked more rooms. 40 yuan/6 people in women's comprehensive building. The conditions are much better than the basement, so we decided to stay. This is the guest house of the Buddhist College, and it doesn't take time to go through the formalities. If you send the last customer comfortably, you can go to the next one (tea and medicine are required during the period). This is the rhythm of Seda. I stayed up all night last night, but I still stand tall today. After completing the formalities, my clothes and I both fell off. In the confusion, I heard the voice of the female guest: 2 months ... Buddha beads ... master. ......

Gastrodia elata, my friend is still sleeping, so I decided to go up the mountain to watch the sunrise alone. A person's morning is meaningless. There were few pedestrians on the road, and an old woman urinated on the roadside. I didn't know she was looking at the scenery. I've heard about the function of robes, but today I really like them. People here have no concept of landmarks. When they asked about the restaurant yesterday, one pointed east and the other pointed west, and they turned dizzy. Asking for directions today ended in a dead end. It is difficult to walk on the plateau mountain road, so you have to rest every few steps. Fortunately, I had a good rest last night.

There is a scenic spot halfway up the mountain. If you climb to the top of the mountain, you won't go forward. Tourists come and go, and several photographers look on with tripods. I sat on a stone and waited quietly, drinking last night's herbal tea, waiting for a ray of warm sunshine to warm my desolate heart. I'm not sure how long it will take, and I don't know how the Buddha's light will come, but I'm sure it will come in the boundless wilderness of time. .......

"Coming, coming," exclaimed the person next to him. The dense stratus clouds seemed to be hit by an arrow, and a white light gradually filled the wound, like a pupa that broke into a butterfly, suddenly broke through the stratus clouds and poured down like a waterfall, sprinkling on the altar city, the highest point of the Buddhist College. The world is surprisingly quiet, only the click of the camera. A few money clocks seem to have passed a few hours, and the exclamation of "happiness, happiness" came from my ear. They got it, and I, at the critical moment, couldn't press the shutter, and my eyes were dark and my heart was dark. .........

At this moment, I remembered a poem: by chance?

I am a cloud in the sky,

Occasionally projected into your heart,

You don't have to be surprised, let alone happy.

It disappeared in an instant.

You and I met in the dark sea,

You have yours, I have mine, direction;

You may remember, but you'd better forget,

The light that shines on each other at this intersection!

Think of one of my favorite poems, Lotus Heart.

How to let you meet me

In my most beautiful moment

I prayed for this for 500 years.

Begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.

Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.

Follow the path you may take.

In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.

Every flower carries my previous hopes.

Please listen carefully when you come near.

The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,

When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.

On the ground behind you

Friend, that's not a petal.

It is my withered heart

Buddha said that life has eight sufferings: birth, old age, illness, death, love of parting, long-standing resentment, lofty aspirations and letting go.

Buddha said: life is made by oneself, and life is born by heart. Everything in the world changes, the heart does not move, everything does not move, the heart does not change, and everything does not change.

The deep valley behind the Buddhist College is said to be the place where students carry water. 400 yuan living expenses per person per month, two meals a day, two clothes a year. Walking in Seda, you will find that the joys and sorrows in your city are completely meaningless; You will find that you are just a grain of sand in the world, and that kind of pain cannot be called pain. Those things are not worth mentioning.

Seda, many things are redundant; Life, isn't it

This is an altar city where people turn around. I followed the crowd, shook every prayer flag devoutly, and talked to the Buddha again and again in my own way. .......

In the rush of the people in the prayer team, in the sound of prayer and chanting, in the rotation of the prayer tube, I began to be confused. .......

Listening to Buddhist scriptures, taking off shoes, cross-legged, low eyebrows, the audience in Nuoda was silent, the master said slowly. Unfortunately, I don't quite understand. It is so boring. It's a chorus chanting between classes, and the sound is endless.

Looking at the celestial burial, the words on the stone tablet at the door have some profound meanings. There are many people, and from a distance, it is a continuous Sanskrit sound and a deep male voice, which makes people fascinated and can't help singing. ........

Seda, I'm sorry for the rush.

I looked forward to it all the way when I came.

Leave, no attachments, all well.

Those people and things about Seda still don't understand or understand. Approaching Seda, but not entering Seda.

As for Seda, we can only read it slowly in the long river of time.

About life, we can only appreciate it slowly and let it go slowly in the future.