King Xue Shan, Kong Rinpoche.

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Endless blue sky

Stick to my chest

The towering mountains in the distance plunged into Kurome.

The wind swept up by wildfires on the grassland.

Wander around

White clouds are wandering in the sky

Scatter it and become a sheep.

In the eyes of eternal gaze

A girl with pigtails

Holding the breasts of the grassland

White goat milk flows.

The fragrance flowing in highland barley

Run along the lake

Drift across the desolate land

Write on wrinkled hands

Anxiously sank into the dust at the bottom of the altar.

The dusty soul on the snowy mountain

Rise in the dark

Wrapped around the bright moon

Reach out and touch the stars

Exile all the sadness

The sunset glow in exile on the horizon

The hesitation of covering the mountain

Release your soul.

For example, unsealing all the good wines.

Soft as a dream, pretending to fly

Fly over the forest

Across the vast grassland

The gray fog is falling.

That's the trace of my flying.

Turn into frost

Tonight, beautiful girl

I want to borrow this highland barley wine.

Drunk on the snowy mountain

Visit the paradise of your dreams.

Xue king of the hill Gang Rinpoche

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the first paragraph

When I woke up in the morning, I received a phone call from Meng Qi's parents, and my mood began to get heavy. I was silent for several days. How can a kind, lively and kind girl be diagnosed as an incurable disease? Is it caused by environmental deterioration? Are you mistaken? God, what do you want to do?

Meng Qi's family was my childhood neighbor. Meng Qi is three years younger than me and has been her follower since childhood. She is an elf in my childhood and an indispensable part of my life. When she received a phone call from her parents, she sobbed intermittently, and the two old people took turns to describe it with difficulty. Finally, I probably understood. I kept it from my children in the early days, but later Meng Qi found out.

Meng Qi locked herself in her room for more than ten days, but when she came out, she was surprisingly calm. As if nothing had happened, they went to work normally and lived as usual, and they were getting better and better to their parents. The old couple could only hide their tears at night and grow old slowly.

In September, Meng Qi asked a question that embarrassed the two old people. She wants to go to Gangrinpoche. Because, when I came home two years ago, I met Meng Qi, who just graduated from college, and told me about my trip to Tibet. She jumped up with joy and shouted, insisting that I take her with me when I am free. I smiled and agreed. In fact, it was just a casual joke. I didn't take it seriously and forgot it later. Now, I have to keep my promise in this way. Is God kidding me?

the second part

The off-road vehicle runs on the national highway 2 19, and the straight road extends forward until the end of the day. In the distance are snow-capped mountains. Above the snow-capped mountains, the moon is in the sky.

Meng Qi curled up in the passenger seat and slept soundly. The sound system played the wind of Leslie Cheung, one of Meng Qi's favorite songs. Along the way, I tried to make myself natural, just like when I was a child, telling her what to do.

The place to stay tonight is Saga, a small town called Little Hong Kong on the Plateau. Arriving at Saga at twelve o'clock at night, only the lights of Niu Hotel are still on. The town is so quiet that only the engine sound of our car is left. After the flameout, everything fell silent.

It still smells familiar, Niu Hotel. I'm here again. Last time I was here, I stayed up all night because of altitude sickness. This time, because of Meng Qi, my preparation is quite in place. The old couple couldn't wait to bring us all their savings, but they didn't need them.

There is no one at the front desk, and the stove in the lobby is shining with the residual light of cow dung. I went directly to the cabin next to the front desk and called the waiter who was sleeping inside. That Jia (the Tibetan name for a girl) looked sleepy, got up and groped for help to check in for us, and then quickly got into the room and slept. Actually, it's just the room rate. Small hotels on National Highway 2 19 don't need complicated procedures in the mainland.

One room with two beds, very simple, with windows. Meng Qi took a thermos bottle from the hall and washed it briefly. I lit the cow dung stove and the room warmed up immediately. Two people chatted excitedly around the stove, remembering. When I was a child, the scene reappeared and the laughter continued. We all pretend that everything is normal. She's so excited. Although I can't bear to end it, I still have to settle her down first.

The night here is so quiet, so quiet! I lay on the bed opposite her and couldn't sleep for a long time. Turn your back and pretend to be asleep. Your eyes are a little wet. I don't know if Meng Qi is asleep. Are things in this world so cruel? What stage is human medicine still in? Is it God's call? No one answered quietly.

the third part

It was already nine o'clock when the alarm clock rang, so I overslept because I didn't have to hurry today. Meng Qi is still lounging in bed, not getting up. I went downstairs to get a new kettle. The cow dung has been burned out and needs to be rekindled. I raised the fire as big as possible, and then, ready to wake Meng Qi, only to find that she was awake, rolled up, lying on her side, quietly staring at the flame, saying nothing. The beautiful face was reflected slightly red, and Meng Ji's eyes jumped with fire.

Saga is the only place to go to Ali and the last big town to leave Shigatse. Because all the guests in the past lived here, I was a little busy, and there were several small grocery stores and restaurants on the roadside. I was surprised to see a small billiard room, and we went in cheerfully. Unexpectedly, Meng Qi's neat and orderly posture attracted several tourists to watch, as if praising my girlfriend for being cool. I was proud of it, and then I was sad.

There is a gas station outside Saga, and you can only add 93 # oil, which is much more expensive in Bilasa. The sun is already very big, and the sunshine on the plateau is a bit dazzling. Meng Qi handed me a piece of chewing gum, and I threw it into my mouth and chewed it. There is some breeze in the air, which is very fresh, blowing Meng Qi's long hair, with a faint fragrance.

The road conditions are very good. Although there are ups and downs, it is not bumpy. When you drive by, you can see a big lake in the distance. I don't know what this measure is. All the lakes in Tibet are called Wrong, Namtso, Yangzhuo Yongcuo, Ramlacuo and Basongcuo. Is God wrong again?

Oh! Brother Xiao Bei, look, wild donkey!

Meng Qi pointed to the distance and shouted excitedly. I looked in that direction, really! A large group of wild donkeys and sheep are grazing leisurely by the lake. The lake reflected blue sky and white clouds, as calm as a mirror. The scenery is amazing.

I stopped the car, and Meng Qi ran to the grass like a child, stretched out his arms, turned around and smiled happily. As bright as the sun, the light of God enveloped her, and I hope that time will be fixed at this moment forever.

After a short stay, we set off, sunny all the way, and our mood was released to the extreme. An hour later, Ali's road sign appeared far ahead, hiding in the west. Ali welcomes you in the sky.

Section iv

The afternoon sky may be the reason why the plateau atmosphere is thin. The sun seems to have lit a fire, and the roasting people are warm. I parked my car in Tarqin's parking lot, packed my bags and took Meng Qi's hand into the village. There are many people here every day, which is the assembly point for climbing mountains. Although there are no tourists this season, there are still an endless stream of Tibetans coming to the mountains.

In the inn here, instead of using a cow dung stove for heating, it is replaced by a modern electric stove, and you can also take a hot bath! Meng Qi didn't take a bath last night because she was afraid of catching a cold. As long as she catches a cold, it is very dangerous for her. The first thing to do here is to take a bath.

I carefully helped her blow her hair, and the long hair that had just been washed gave off a faint bath fragrance. I had to carefully wipe off every strand of wet hair and dry all the water, but she was like a child, lying quietly on my lap, silent. The night sky in Tarqin is blue, the moon is high and there are stars in the sky. Meng Qi and I sat on the hillside, as happy as childhood, grazing the stars all over the sky.

We need to get up early to climb the mountains and set off at four in the morning. Out of the village, many Tibetans have turned mountains on the road, shaking prayer wheels, and some even prostrate themselves on the ground and kowtow slowly.

In Ali in October, the temperature is below zero, and the cold earth is gradually warmed by people's chests. The sky is darkest before dawn, and there are fewer stars in the sky. There was no wind, no one was talking, and there were humming chanting sounds all around, as well as the laughter of children who suddenly ran before and after. I quietly followed Meng Qi in the crowd, silently praying my words. Will God here have mercy on people from other places?

Soon I turned to a river. People walk along the river. The river is frozen, and some places will slip. Meng Qi held my hand tightly, as if I would disappear from this world as soon as I let go. Quietly, I can see the tears in her eyes. I grabbed her by the shoulder and walked forward firmly.

Gradually, it was a little bright and a fish-belly grey appeared. In the distance, Gangrenboqi Snow Mountain stands quietly, majestic, like a silent Buddha statue. The morning light shines on its snow-white body, scattering dazzling light and showing a supreme dignity in people's pious eyes.

The people who have turned over the scriptures have opened, and every step of Tibetan worship moves forward like a snail. Meng Qi and I walked faster, and the people in front were a little sparse. In the first resting place, there are several tents, and the smoke is curling up. Just behind Renboqi in Ganggang, there is a temple. If you need to go to the mountain for two days, you will usually choose to come here one afternoon in advance, stay in the temple at night and set off early the next morning.

Section 5

We plunged into the tent in the rest area, and Meng Qi kept stamping his feet and rubbing his hands. My hands were already frozen. Several Tibetans sat on a bench and had breakfast with hot tea. We also brought pancakes and some sauces, went to Jia, who sells hot tea, and asked for a pot of hot tea. She doesn't know Chinese, and I don't know Tibetan. After gesturing, she understood what I needed.

There are only two Han people in the tent, wearing dazzling jackets and thick wool hats, which are particularly conspicuous. Some people will look puzzled when they see us. After all, we haven't seen the Han people this season. Some people will smile at us with dark skin, white teeth and clear eyes.

Some children will come to us directly, look at us quietly for a while, and suddenly run away with a smile. Meng Qi will take out some sweets and lure them to get them. Little guys tend to see their parents first, then come over carefully and run back with them. Then, turn around and look at us and smile brightly. Their parents will gently raise their right hands to express their thanks, and Meng Qi will also raise their hands to respond. This is a gesture used by Tibetans in daily communication. In just two days, Meng Qi has used it easily.

When Rinpoche came out of the tent, he could already see the sunshine overhead, and he was much warmer after drinking hot tea. Meng Qi took out his camera and took a picture of our warm tent. Then he turned around and said, Brother Xiaobei, shall we open a small teahouse here in the future? We will give people here a pot of hot tea and some sweets for free. I replied with a smile, absolutely! Meng Qi smiled happily, but there was a trace of sadness in her eyes, and I couldn't think much.

The road ahead will be easier because of the light, and we have accelerated our pace. From time to time, a puppy will run into the mountain climbing team, and occasionally a cow will join in.

Tibetans who climb mountains and mountains together wear Tibetan robes, most of which are single in color and look a little heavy, but they walk lightly. Sometimes I will see some young girls wearing bright Tibetan robes, revealing their right arms and bright sweaters. Kong Youguan tied a red silk thread around his waist, and they walked together in groups of three and five, talking and laughing.

With the sunshine, the laughter of the mountain-climbing team began to increase, and the sky was pure and clear. This time, we have to cross two passes above 4500 altitude and three passes above 5000 altitude. However, Tarqin has reached an altitude of more than 4,000, so it doesn't feel very difficult.

Recalling the last time I almost froze to death at the 5000 pass in Gongga, I didn't expect to turn over five passes in one day with Meng Qi. Meng Qi is advancing with the strength of her life and never stops. My heart is being torn apart bit by bit.

Section 6

The first level passed before dawn. Before the second pass, there was a celestial burial platform. The clothes of the deceased were scattered on the road. Many crows stood on the stone without hiding, and suddenly they spread their wings and flew away.

When crossing Lashankou in Zhuo Ma, there is a sign at an altitude of 5,660 meters, and there is a rescue phone next to it. It seems to be for tourists. The tourist facilities here have been improved a lot. I wonder if the pass in Gongga is so sound?

Meng Qi walked quietly all the way, taking pictures from time to time. Then, following my footsteps, I tried to slow down and cooperate with her. I took a picture of her when I passed the pass. In the lens, her smile is beautiful, her skin is set off by a red scarf, and her nose is a little frozen red, posing a lovely shape with God-like Gangrinboqi as the background.

In the third level, A Jia is carrying hot buttered tea, and some Tibetans will stop to drink some hot tea and then continue on their way. Meng Qi's thermos cup is empty. She went over and asked for a cup of hot tea. When she wanted to pay, Jia smiled and shook hands with her. She provides free hot tea here for people who turn to the mountains. This has never been seen in mainland scenic spots. People here will be closer to Buddhist countries because they help others through faith.

It's almost noon, so we walked to a flat place to eat something. Several Tibetans are resting and eating Ciba. They took out a handful of Ciba from a small cloth bag and put it in a small bowl. They made some hot tea and stirred it by hand. It looks delicious.

We also sat down on the spot and picked up snacks from our bags. Kong Renbo looked at us quietly in the distance. White clouds float overhead, dazzling light falls on us, and the blue sky reaches the depths of the universe.

Section 7

After the fourth level, there is a long downhill. I carefully took Meng Qi's hand and walked down. Suddenly, I accidentally slipped, so I immediately let go of her hand and sat heavily on the ground, covered in dust. However, she has been laughing and the flowers are trembling. Seeing her happy, I want to fall down here ten thousand times.

Not far away, it is a small lake, which is said to be the footprint left by Master Zong Kaba. Later, the accumulated water became a lake. All these are the traces of Zong Kaba's practice in Rinpoche. Later, in order to admire the great virtue of the master, people added many beautiful legends to it. For example, which strange stone has been rested by the master and which river has been washed by the master. People are always tired of myths and historical legends.

I pointed to the obscure stone that tripped me, and said, Meng Qi, in a thousand years, this stone will be engraved with the words "sacred stone that tripped Xiaobei". Meng Qi laughed, come on, this is obviously a lump of dried cow dung.

After the last pass, the road began to level off again. Go along a river, because after the rainy season, the river is less and the water quality is a little green. On some big stones on the roadside, some people carved a lot of Tibetan, but I only know Tashdedele, which means good luck. It is painted with colored pigments, which is very bright.

There are not many people walking in front of us. It seems that we walk faster, and it's past four o'clock in the afternoon. It is no problem to complete the transfer today. I could see that Meng Qi was tired, but she didn't talk about rest, so we walked slowly and talked without saying a word.

Section 8

After a while, a young Tibetan girl came from behind. After such a long walk, her footsteps are still light and she greets us warmly in Chinese. Wow, it's rare to meet a colleague who can speak Chinese. Meng Qi regained her spirits and began to chat with her.

The little girl's home is Ali's and she is studying in Lhasa. Because someone at home was sick, she came to the mountain with her family to pray for the sick people. I've been here for a while, and I've been transferred to Lin Boqi every day. Meng Qi asked in surprise, does the school agree that you don't go to school? The little girl smiled and replied, I agree. The teacher said that changing mountains can help my family recover soon. And my grades are quite good, so it won't affect me. Her eyes are full of confidence.

When the little girl said this, she continued shyly, I will go to Nanjing to study later, so I want to transfer to Rinpoche before I go, and I may not come back for a long time. The way back and forth is too far. In this way, the two girls began to pull the switch, and this section of the road became much easier.

The sun is setting, and we can already see Tarchin. Cooking smoke rises in small villages. On the vast land, wisps of cooking smoke bring people infinite hope.

Finally, go back to the village. Before saying goodbye to the little girl, Meng Qi took off a jade bracelet on her wrist and gave it to her. The little girl insisted on not accepting it, looking at our sincere and persistent faces, and finally she accepted it. After a long walk, there was a clear Tibetan voice, Tashildler, and the way she waved goodbye.

The owner of the inn was a little surprised that we could come back so early and invited us to eat beef stew with potatoes. Then chat with us, the owner is also Han. I came here as a teacher in my early years, married a local woman and settled here. Later, I retired and opened this inn. Although I didn't make much money, I lived well in the local area. I can watch Gangrinpoche every day, and my life is very comfortable at sunrise and sunset.

The night sky is beautiful tonight. Meng Qi and I were lying in the rocking chair in the yard, looking up at the stars. Meteors pass by from time to time. We just counted the meteors in surprise and said nothing. In the moonlight, Gangrenboqi Snow Mountain in the distance is beautiful.

Section 9

After seeing Meng Qi off, I often contacted her at first, and the other end of the phone was still smiling as before, but I was afraid to ask about my illness, and she didn't say anything. As if nothing had happened, such as the daily greetings between good friends.

Later, less and less, a sense of foreboding is getting closer and closer. Finally, her parents called and told me in extremely sad language that I was going to die.

When I arrived at the hospital, I didn't recognize Meng Qi. I'm still trying to smile lightly. It's hard for me to talk and breathe. Lie down for a while, sit for a while, stand for a while, she is still trying. I have been holding her hand so tightly that I can't say a word. I can't talk. I'm afraid my tears will stop.

She looked at me, gasped, and said intermittently, I tried my best ... Brother Xiaobei ... I may not be able to hold on. I'm very tired ... I can't go to Gangrenbo to open a small teahouse with you. I'm sorry

Hearing this, I burst into tears and hugged her shriveled body tightly, and I was hysterical inside.

When Meng Qi left, it was already late at night. After staying up all night for more than ten days, I fell asleep, everyone fell asleep, and she walked alone in her dream.