Driving and riding horses to travel around the world - the female knight in Tukai takes you to enjoy the scenery of the northwest

Tsangyang Gyatso on the left, Nalan Rongruo on the right! ?I loved these two books to complete this trip. I use the words in the book to describe this trip. The only beauty in the world is deep love that cannot be let down.

Tsangyang Gyatso and Nalan Rongruo, one is a recognized reincarnated soul boy, but they are looking for a way to live up to the Tathagata and live up to the Lord. ?One is destined to be a powerful official in the temple, but he often feels far away from the high gates and mansions, and his heart is focused on the mountains and rivers, fish and birds. ?Two people who cannot escape their fate share the same deep feeling of dying indifferently. ?In a lifetime of searching and sadness, he left us a series of peerless love words. ?They have different destinies, but they have the same poetic nature, the same truth and purity. ?We are still deeply moved by this sincerity. ?Tsangyang Gyatso said: ?But we have seen each other but did not know each other, so it is better to see each other than not to see each other. ?Ande and the king are completely resolved, and there is no need to teach life and death about lovesickness. ?Nalan Rongruo said: ?If life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sad and painted on the fan? ?It is easy to change the old people's hearts, but it is easy to change the old people's hearts. ?How wonderful it would be if many things, many situations, and many people in life were still the same as when we first met! ?If it is just the first meeting, all the good things will not be lost. Many times, the first time you see something, you are amazed. ?Looking back suddenly, things have changed, people have changed, and the world has changed. ?Tsangyang Gyatso said: ?Living in the Potala Palace, I will be the largest king in the snowy land. ?Walking on the streets of Lhasa, ?I am the most beautiful lover in the world. ?Nalan Rongruo said: ?The corridor is an inch of lovesickness, and the setting moon becomes a lonely one. ?The backlight and the moon are shaded by flowers, ?It has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart. ?Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost. ?The small corridor carries so much lovesickness. Tonight, the moonlight shines brightly, but people are alone. ?Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, the scenery remains the same, the heart remains the same, and the people are no longer there. Cangyang Gyatso said: For many years, you have been living in seclusion in my wound. I have let go of the world, but I have never let go of you. All the mountains and rivers in my life, no matter what you do, A farewell. ?Except for life and death, there is nothing in this world that is not a trivial matter. ?Nalan Rongruo said: ?Who thinks of the west wind and the cold alone? ?The yellow leaves rustle and the windows are closed, meditating on the past and setting the sun. ?Don’t be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. ?The fragrance of tea will fade away when gambling on books. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary. ?The lonely shadow is floating in the west wind, feeling the chill of the autumn wind. ?There are yellow leaves all around, and I can't help but close the windows in sadness. ?Recalling the bits and pieces of my past, mixed with the slightly setting sun behind me, I can't help but feel sad. Cangyang Gyatso said: "I am a lotus flower in front of the Buddha. I came to the world and was understood by the world. I am not a Buddha who saves all living beings. I came to find my love in this life." ?Nalan Rongruo said: ?The most pitiful thing about hard work is the moon in the sky. ?The past is like a ring, and the past and the past are like a jade. ?If it is like the moon, it will always be bright and clear, ?I will not say goodbye to the ice and snow for your warmth. ?Desolate and cold, orange warm and mellow; regardless of whether it is cloudy or sunny, regardless of the sentimental and ruthless. ?In the face of the kindness of toasting and inviting me when I am lonely, and the resentment of when the spring flowers and autumn moon will be gone when I am helpless. ?People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. ?Even the moon in the sky becomes full once a month, but even if I am willing to sacrifice my life to warm you, I will never be reunited. ?Tsangyang Gyatso said: ?That day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the sutra hall, and suddenly heard the mantra in your chanting of sutras; ?that month, I shook all the sutra tubes, not for salvation, but just for salvation Touch your fingertips;? That year, I kowtowed and prostrated on the mountain road, not to meet you, but just to stay close to your warmth; See you on the way. ?Nalan Rongruo said: ?Mountains are one step away, and water is one step away. Walking towards the bank of Yuguan, it is dark at night and thousands of tents are lit. ?The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing. ?The hometown heart is shattered and dreams cannot come true. There is no such sound in my hometown. ?How can the days away from home be completely smooth and without obstacles? ?The wind and snow are mixed, the road is rugged, and the weather is cold. As a result, sleep is fragmented, broken by the sound of wind and snow, and disturbed by melancholy and sadness. Where can there be any good dreams? ?These are two poets with extraordinary talents three hundred years ago, and they are also two "cool and lonely" lives. ?People have passed away, but meaningful poems will always flow quietly in the world, being remembered and recited again and again by those who are destined to do so. ?In their respective loneliness and sadness, the world becomes warm because of the most affectionate love in the world; because of this warmth, their lives are not pale. ?The fruit of Bodhi falls into the mortal world and silently plays the empty mountain of life. Thoughts turn into flying birds, and their words give wings to words...? Zen courtyard, breeze, lotus, green smoke, distant bells, where are you? It's you everywhere. ?In their respective lives, they used their purest nature to write poems in their souls. ?If a life has love, it will not be pale. They are both the most beautiful lovers in the world.