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I opened Pei’s door gently, and the room was as before. There is a thick Scripture on the table, beside which is the scripture that has not been finished. These strange Tibetan characters are like water streams and mountain streams, Orchid valleys and clouds. The rustling five-color prayer flags outside the window reminded me of that autumn. On that day, the sky was like washing, and the clouds were like White practice. I followed my friends into this unknown temple, which was full of blooming dahlia flowers, with fresh and warm glamour. The butter lamp was dizzy in the dark Buddhist temple, and the golden Buddha statue was quiet and serene in the beating candlelight. Sometimes, a person’s quietness depends on his heart. It seems like the distant and ethereal Sanskrit in memory, the poetry about love and praise, the love without ending and the young and early death. I suddenly felt that I was not in a specific place, but walking through the footprints of time in the fragrance and mist. A monk in crimson robe passed. The dragging clothes gently touched the arm. A young back, his crimson color gradually disappeared in the darkness. It is like a fragment of time, from performance to curtain call. It is like a memory in life, from meeting to separation. It may also be a scene in reincarnation, which has long been forgotten in the dust of history. Friends often come here, and they are familiar with many monks. We sat and listened to the elder monks telling stories of the past. Looking at the wandering dogs in the temple, they were lazy to nap on the corner of the wall. We came to the monk’s room, eating delicious dried fruits and listening to good music. Wait for me to fetch water for you. Pei smiled and said. When he turned around and left, his back seemed familiar. The five-color prayer flags outside the window rustled. Second, we will also chat on mobile phones. Talk about their own cities, their own lives, their own preferences, their own study and work. We will also talk about Cangyang jiatuo and his poems. Perhaps, at first, my yearning for Tibetan areas originated from Cangyang jiatuo. At those times, I always wanted to see the land where he lived and the grassland where he reincarnated. Although, he was just a distant figure, dragging his crimson robe and disappearing in the darkness of the corner. There are many hidden things in my heart, which turn into a beauty, just like the moon on Dongshan Mountain, walking out of the peak gently. Like this one. You said like but had meet will know each other, meet how disappears. Ande and the King are invincible. Free from teaching life and death as lovesickness. Sometimes, I would also think of Nalan because of Cangyang jiatuo, the words and sentences of Nalan which were so pale that I knew flowers were more colorful, the imperfect love between him and Lu, and the life he died in the early years. You said: gain, lose, life is so repeated. You also told me that your life is related to faith, and it is a wonderful thing to have faith. Pei, next autumn, I will come to this city again to see you. Three golden autumn, everywhere. Monks all argue scriptures during class. I opened Pei’s door gently and sat in front of the table, listening to the rustling of prayer flags outside the window. After graduating from college, I often traveled alone. Maybe for the scenery passing by, or for the growth of life, or for nothing. When I am always a little tired, I am eager to stop, look up at the scenery outside the window and visit the old friends I know like now. Perhaps, I have been looking for such a place for a long time to meet myself deep in my heart. Pei smiled when you came. Well, I smiled and nodded. We leaned on the windowsill and chatted. Talk about this journey, talk about their own lives after parting. Why do you always choose to travel alone? For freedom and hope. I suddenly feel like this. The roses outside the window came with faint fragrance. Autumn here is very beautiful. Yes, it is as beautiful as my hometown. Pei, why did you leave your hometown and come to the temple to receive a ring? Is it because of something special? Maybe, maybe not. I just suddenly figured out …… the warm sunshine makes me sleepy. Do you feel lonely on the road alone? Pei asked me like this. Friends around you always talk about the word loneliness. In noisy cities, they are eager to have true confidants and pour out their joys and sorrows in their hearts, which has nothing to do with interests. Pei, do you know? I have never felt lonely, and I even prefer to be alone. Recall those beautiful scenery passing by, and write down the words in your heart with a pen. Just like the quietness and beauty in your heart when you copy these flowing scriptures. Yes, everything is not eternal. All the noise is finally quiet, and everything is just a process. Just like these flowers in the courtyard, they will eventually fade in winter, right? It is withering and the rebirth of the next season. In spring, more flowers will bloom. Therefore, if you have gains, you must have losses. Gains and losses can be converted. As you said, gain, lose, life is so repeated. …… With you, time flies so fast. Pei smiled and said. Four nights, heavy rain. In the morning, walk to the temple and say goodbye one by one. In the gray-blue morning, there were still monks, wrapped in their robes, sitting under the corridor and reciting scriptures. I couldn’t understand the Tibetan language in their mouth, but I thought of the distant voice, breaking through the imprisoned window lattice and floating to the Earth hundreds of years later. And Pei smile. I didn’t tell you that I would come to this city and this temple in the city in the near future. Just as you didn’t ask me when I would come again? The storm blew down petals on the ground. Pity that they have not passed the flowering period, so they are separated from the world in a hurry. Like, gain and loss. Just like, all encounters are the beginning of separation, and all departures also contain the hope of the next reunion. Before leaving, you take off the Jingang rope in your hand and tell me that the guru chanted sutras for it for a long time, and let it protect my journey safely. You know, I will go to strange and distant places one by one. I will always look for freedom and hope on the road, just like your belief. I know that the road ahead will still encounter twists and turns and hardships. I tied the Jingang rope, but it was not for the sake of safety. Just like the petals all over the ground, the sadness told without words. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city

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