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This is a true story that happened in a tourist attraction. The protagonist of the story is two old people.

One day, two old people left the tour group and went to the cliff to watch the sunset. The orange light is burning. In order to see the sun, all his glory in the western paradise is like a colorful rain, splashing on rocks and grass, beating with brilliant sunshine.

The two old people were fascinated by the incomparable beauty. Suddenly, she felt something fall around her. She subconsciously reached out and pulled it up, but no matter how hard she tried, it didn't help. He was hung on the cliff and dared not move at will, otherwise they would fall to the bottom at the same time. He really can't afford to support him. Her hands are numb and her arms are swollen, as if she would break away from her body at any time. ..

He hangs on the cliff, which is equivalent to nailing his life to the gate of hell. Who will return to the cliff at sunset? Realizing this, he said, "Put it down, dear ..."

She gritted her teeth tightly and couldn't speak. She could only use her eyes to signal him not to answer.

A minute passed. Two minutes passed. Ten minutes have passed. Somehow, he felt hot sticky liquid dripping on his face.

He was keenly aware that blood was coming out of her mouth and it smelled salty. He begged her to pour it again: "please, dear, let me go!" Your heart is enough. In the face of death, I won't blame you ... "

She still bit his collar and couldn't speak. She just stopped him from struggling again with her eyes.

An hour has passed. Two hours have passed.

He felt a big drop of boiling liquid dripping on his face. He knew that her seven orifices were bleeding. He was heartbroken, but helpless. He knew that she was fighting death with a strong heart. He suddenly realized that the weight of life is extremely heavy at this moment. Death, like an eagle, flapping its powerful wings, swoops down on him all the time. If you are not careful, life will be embedded in the cocoon and terminated. ......

I don't know how long it took, but the tour group found the cliff with a torch and finally saved them. She stayed in a hospital not far away for a long time.

Since then, all her teeth have fallen out and she has never stood up again. He pushed her into a wheelchair and walked down the street to watch the sunset every day.

He said, "Why did you try your best to save me, a bad old man? Dear, look at your teeth ... "

She murmured, "Dear, I know that once I let go, I will lose not only you, but also the happiness of the rest of my life ..."

He pushed her into the sunset. People watched them melt in the sun and become a beautiful landscape.

Dream back to Tibet

Maybe earlier, I have been to Tibet, and Tibet has always been a place for me.

Perhaps it was when I first yearned for a place that I went to Tibet, which has always been able to settle my mind.

Tibet, my holy land. Lhasa, my Potala who can crawl forward and worship devoutly.

I don't know when I began to have a deeper and heavier load and a stronger and denser attachment to Tibet. In my impression, Tibet belongs to the distance, to the vast Wan Li, and to a paradise for hikers. I spent a long time looking for bits and pieces about Tibet and Lhasa, and even imagined kneeling down to my life and afterlife next to the temple that showed the gods and the snow lotus that stood upright in the wind on the plateau.

So many times, in many scenes, I always feel that Tibet is not far away from me. Sometimes I can even reach out my palm and touch a different kind of breath, which comes from the plateau, from the empty space above the plateau, from the strong wind blowing flags and the strong sunshine raising people on the plateau. So, I began to go to Tibet, Lhasa and the paradise that one must go to in this life.

I clearly know that, in fact, until now, I am still lying in my own paradise, imagining various things about Tibet and Lhasa. Have I been to Tibet? Have I been to Lhasa? In what context will my trip to Tibet or my journey begin?

I know that I will choose to crawl all the way, let my spine bear all my regrets, and let my hands hold on to the last hope. I will kiss the soil all the way, listen to the pilgrimage songs, enjoy the pure silence of the grassland and touch the glory of the temple. In fact, going to Tibet and Lhasa means going there, or to the entrance of WTO. Begins with Dharma, excels in wisdom, proves in the heart, excels in enlightenment, and comes from Put Lolerk.

When I know these truths, I won't change my attitude. During the day, the sun will guide me, and at night, the butter lamp will illuminate me. Wooden sacred water, yaks running on the grassland, blue sky that can be kissed when looking up, and ethereal spirit that can be grasped when reaching out. These will surely spread under my unchanging attitude, proving that I have been to Tibet, Lhasa and all the gods who led me forward.

Maybe I have been to Tibet a long time ago, or maybe I have been to Tibet when I first yearned for a place. Go back to Tibet and start over from here. Back in Lhasa, the road is endless.

Worship of Tibetan antelope

An old hunter came out of the tent and stretched himself. He was about to drink a copper bowl of buttered tea when he suddenly saw a fat and strong Tibetan antelope standing on the opposite grass slope. When his eyes lit up, it was a beautiful thing to deliver it to his door! After a deep sleep, he immediately injected a refreshing energy. Without hesitation, he turned back to the tent and brought a fork gun. He raised his gun and aimed at it. Strangely, the Tibetan antelope did not escape, but looked at him with begging eyes. Then its two front legs plopped on the ground, and two long paddles flowed out of its eyes. The old hunter relented and let go of the trigger. But he is a hunter, and it is reasonable not to be moved by the pity of Tibetan antelope. As soon as he closed his eyes, the trigger under his finger moved, the gunfire rang and the Tibetan antelope fell to the ground. After it fell to the ground, it was still kneeling, with two lines of tears clearly in its eyes.

This old hunter is a bit strange. Why does the Tibetan antelope kneel?

Lying on the floor at night, he couldn't sleep for a long time, and his hands were shaking ... The next day, the old hunter anxiously took out the viscera of the Tibetan antelope, and his hands were still shaking. The abdominal cavity cracked under the blade, and he shouted in surprise. The knife in his hand fell to the ground ... It turned out that in the womb of a Tibetan antelope, a small Tibetan antelope lay quietly. It has formed and died naturally. At this time, the old hunter understood why the Tibetan antelope bent down and knelt down to himself. It is asking the hunter to save his own life to save the life of the little Tibetan antelope in the abdominal cavity!

Then, the old hunter understood that all loving mothers in the world, including the worship of animals, are sacred. So; The old hunter dug a hole on the hillside and buried the Tibetan antelope and its unborn child. At the same time, his spear was buried. Since then, the old hunter has disappeared on the plateau in northern Tibet, and no one knows his whereabouts. ...

mother

My mother, a madman, understood its meaning when I was very young.

To me, my mother is a yellow and thin face, dirty and messy hair, dull eyes and her endless shouting. The word "mom" is strange to me. I never call her mom. She never cares or knows.

When I was a child, I was most afraid of staying at home with my mother. As soon as I saw her coming towards me, I tried to run away. Every night, my father always smokes in front of a kerosene lamp. My mother always wears messy hair and says things that others will never understand. Whenever I am exhausted by my mother's crazy talk and have no intention to learn to cry, my father always lowers his head and says painfully, "She is sick." I never said a word again. I am afraid to see my mother, see her expressionless face and see her being laughed at in the street. So I studied hard and I was admitted. I really got in! I came to a place thousands of miles away and left my distant home with my mother.

Suddenly a telegram came from home saying that my mother had been hit by a car. In the hospital, I looked at my mother's face, which was once distorted and even kind. I asked my father, "Why is my mother chasing that child?" Dad cried and said, "You went to school in other places. She misses you very much. When she sees a child your age, she always shouts, "Child, child ..."

Tears dripped silently, and I ran to my mother's bed with tears in my eyes. Mom, mom ... mom ... but she can't hear my call anymore!