Can you tell me something about the pilgrim's father?

Our family has been herders for generations, herding for a living. As long as I can remember, my parents have told me about my ancestors' dreams. Go to the Potala Palace of the Holy Spirit and worship God at the foot of the mountain. My grandfather's grandfather, many years ago, he carried a bag of dry food and set foot on the legendary road alone. Since then, no one has seen him, and he has never come back, just like many other pilgrims. My grandfather did the same, but he didn't come back after he went.

I don't know if dad will leave me and mom and never come back.

When I was grazing cattle and sheep, I also thought about this problem.

I just don't understand why so many people go to Potala Palace. It is said that it is a sacred place. What is this?

With these doubts, I asked my father, who just shook his head and said it was a beautiful place. When he said this, he looked up at the sky with some eager eyes. I asked the old man nearby, and he took his equally old wife and said to me, "Son, we will leave soon and go there for a pilgrimage. If we can come back, we will definitely tell you about him. "

I saw my mother gradually grow white hair after paying off her rickety body. Finally, one day, my parents will go on a pilgrimage arm in arm. Before leaving, my father said to me, "You don't have to go. I told a family in the east for you. You can go to their house if you like. If you don't want to, just wait for your mother and me to come back.

A day passed, a month passed, and a year passed. My parents haven't come back yet. I stood on the way they walked every day, looking around for a while, hoping that they would come back soon. Every time I see the dust rising in the distance, I am full of excitement, but I am disappointed in the end.

One night, I decided to look for them.

The next day, I also took water, dry food and clothes, and set out from the road my ancestors left and never came back. I see many footprints, how many of which are my parents'?

There are other people on this road, including pilgrims, herders, young people, children and old people. Some of them are dusty, some are immature, some are in rags, and some even carry things like teeth, bones and hair with them.

This road is getting farther and farther. Looking back, there are countless routes, but I can't see the one that comes, and I can't go back. And ahead, the road is long, Xiu Yuan Xi, and you can't see the legendary ancestral shrine. Some people stayed with me for a short time, and some people died on the road before they arrived. I was shocked at first, but then I got used to it. I understand the reason why some people carry bones with them, which is a continuation of the pilgrim's dream. I have a wisp of white hair, which was given to me by an old woman before she died. I am afraid that one day, I will have to entrust my hair and teeth to others. I can only go on, hoping to meet my parents.

The sky is still blue, but I see a shadow. This is a magnificent palace. The surrounding snow-capped mountains are shining with holy silver, the fog is flowing, and the Buddha's voice is long. I saw my parents. They were smiling at me.

Like many people around me, I am in rags and marching in the vast snow-capped mountains.