Cangyang Gyatso, the most beautiful lover in the world .

Cangyang Gyatso's poetry collection.

I asked the Buddha, "Why don't you give all the women a look of shame?"

The Buddha said: That's just an epiphany.

A moment, used to blind the eyes of the world.

No beauty can match a pure and loving heart.

I give it to every woman.

But someone made it dusty.

I asked the Buddha: Why are there so many regrets in the world?

The Buddha said: This is a whirling world, and whirling is regret.

There are no regrets, and no matter how much happiness you give, you will not experience happiness.

I asked the Buddha: How can we stop making people's hearts feel lonely?

The Buddha said: Every heart is born lonely and crippled.

Most spend their lives with this kind of incompleteness.

Just because when you meet the other half who can make it complete.

Either you missed it by negligence or you have lost the right to own it.

I asked the Buddha: What if I meet someone you can love, but you are afraid that you can't grasp it?

The Buddha said: How much love is left in the world, and a thousand changes are welcomed in the floating world.

And have lovers, and do happy things.

Don't ask if it's a catastrophe or fate.

I asked the Buddha: How can we be as wise as you?

The Buddha said: The Buddha is the person who came over, and the person is the Buddha of the future.

The Buddha divided everything in the world into ten worlds: Buddha, Bodhisattva, Shravaka, Enlightenment, Heaven, and Asura.

man, beast, hungry ghost, hell;

Heaven, asura, man, beast, hungry ghost, hell. for the six realms of beings;

Sentient beings in the six realms have to go through the cycle of cause and effect, from which they experience suffering.

In the process of experiencing suffering, only by understanding the true meaning of life can we attain eternal life.

Phoenix, Nirvana.

The Buddha said that there are eight sufferings in life.

Birth, old age, sickness, death, love and parting, resentment for a long time, can't ask for it, can't let go.

The Buddha said: Life is created by oneself, the phase is born from the heart, everything in the world is the phase, the heart does not move, everything does not move, the heart does not change, everything does not change.

The Buddha said: Sitting is also Zen, walking is also Zen, a flower is a world.

A leaf is the same, the spring flowers are green, the autumn leaves are scattered, the infinite heart is free, the silence is moving, and the body is natural.

The Buddha said: All laws are born, and they are all related to fate.

Chance encounters, twilight looking back, destined each other's lives, just for the moment when their eyes meet.

Dependent origin is extinguished, and dependent birth is empty.

I was as naïve as you were.

In Buddhism, it is said that there are three stages of a person's enlightenment: "penetration, letting go, and being at ease." ”

Indeed, one has to let go in order to be at ease.

I asked the Buddha why it always snows when I'm sad.

The Buddha said: Winter is about to pass, leave some memories.

I asked the Buddha why every time it snowed was a night I didn't care about.

The Buddha said, "When people are not careful, they will always miss a lot of real beauty, and I asked the Buddha: It won't snow for a few days."

The Buddha said: Don't just stare at this season and miss this winter.

Living in the Potala Palace, I am the biggest king in the snowy region.

Wandering on the streets of Lhasa, I am the most beautiful lover in the world.

The collection of poems has been sent to the mailbox.

For many years, you have been living in seclusion in my wounds, I have let go of heaven and earth, but I have never let go of you, the mountains and rivers of my life, let you say goodbye one by one.

I was worried about hurting the Sanskrit line, and I was afraid that I would not fall into the city when I entered the mountain, and I had the law of both sides in the world, and I didn't live up to it.

If there is really an afterlife, I would like to be a human being for the rest of my life, and only be one of the many sentient beings, even if I am poor and miserable all my life, wandering the world, as long as I can love, hate, sing and cry, as long as I can fulfill my wishes.

Discuss our afterlife with a lotus flower, and then spend a lifetime running to each other.

When it happens, the Brahmanic mind is as quiet as the night sky. Under the starlight, I am unmistakably anonymous, but the people who love me keep disappearing from my palm prints, the chivalrous women in the wind and dust are still crying out night and night, and people go to distant places just to hug themselves tightly.

I can't reach out to touch the sky, so let me step on the lotus, from ** to **, to **, return to the deep sea or submerge into the dust and sand. I can tell the Buddha with a smile and tell you that I am the most beautiful lotus flower in the world.

It's better not to see each other, so that you don't fall in love.

It's better not to know each other, so that you don't fall in love.

Living in the Potala Palace, I am the biggest king in the snowy region.

Wandering on the streets, I am the most beautiful lover in the world.

For so many years, you have been living in my heart.

I've let go of heaven and earth.

But he never let go of you.

Whether it's a gradual enlightenment, or an epiphany.

There is nothing but life and death.

Which thing is not an idle matter.

How many secrets a person needs to hide.

to be able to spend a lifetime skillfully.

This Buddha glittering plateau.

Three steps and two steps to heaven is heaven.

But there are still so many people.

I can't walk because I'm too preoccupied.

I fell into the world.

The prayer wheel turned and turned.

Guanyin Bodhisattva still looks at the mind night and night.

Who are you, who are you?

I can only love you for a while.

But I can't love you for the rest of my life.

It is absolutely impossible to move forward or backward.

I was terrified on the road of reincarnation.

Whose privacy will not be brought back to the light.

The flowers of the burial open and close in a certain degree.

The fruit of Bodhi played the empty mountain.

Tell me your footprints hidden under the fallen leaves.

How many festival days are hinted at.

Exclusively for me to be outside the law.

Looking for the sorrow of Cangyang Gyatso.

I'm going to the Potala Palace.

In the rotating warp cylinder.

Find your past.

In a palace full of prayer flags.

Incense mist surrounds your breath.

The sound of Sanskrit tells your story.

You sit on the Buddha's bed.

It's Cangyang Gyatso.

It is the Buddha in people's hearts.

It is the biggest king of the snowy region.

I'm going to the streets of Lhasa.

Follow in the footsteps of three hundred years.

Find your affections.

On that snowy night.

Is Maggie Ami still looking forward to you?

You are wandering the streets.

It's Dangsang Wangbo.

It's the brother in the girl's heart.

is the most beautiful lover in the world.

I'm going to Qinghai Lakeside.

Find your last verse.

Trying to find the best of both worlds for you.

It lives up to its promise.

and live up to the girl in your heart.

Oh! Who is the most beautiful girl in your heart?

Is it Rinzin Wangmu?

Is it Dawa Dolma?

Or is it Yuqiong Zhuoga, whom you call Maggie Ami?

I'm going to hold a butter lamp.

Light up the direction of the pilgrimage.

The lotus flower that wept in front of the Buddha.

It's your tears that are flowing.

and the Sanskrit sound reflects your appearance.

I would like to spend my life listening to Sanskrit chanting.

I would like to climb a hundred thousand mountains.

Only to find your sorrows.

Cangyang Gyatso. You are the greatest king in my heart.

Sang Wangbo. You are the most beautiful lover in my heart.

About author:Sun Zimo, formerly known as Sun Dafeng, is a native of Jimo, Qingdao City, Shandong Province, the founder and editor-in-chief of the [Zimo Literature] and [Hanmo Yixin Wenyuan] platforms, and the initiator of "Reading Famous Books and Tasting Life". Since childhood, he has been fond of literature and traditional Chinese culture.

He has published poetry, prose, and ** on many online platforms.

The main reason for such a title is that he entered the temple at a young age, and the temple at that time did not allow them to contact women, but he had a very good impression of these, which also led to a very tragic life in his life; The love poems I wrote have that day, and I will live up to them and so on.

Because he wrote a lot of love poems, they were particularly beautiful, and they were very immersive; That day, see or not, these two love poems are very popular.

1. I have worried about hurting the Brahman, I am afraid that I will not fall into the city when I enter the mountains, and I will have the perfect law in the world, and I will not live up to it.

2. The willow branches were not withered by the wind leaves, and the thrush was damaged at that time. Today, I re-entered the singing and dancing place, and when I saw Qingqing, my soul was gone.

3. When the love is strong, the speech may be long-lasting, unless it is dispersed after death, and there is no separation before death.

4. From love to worry, from love to fear, if you are separated from your lover, you are not afraid of worry.

5, the fairy feather is like snow and wanders temporarily, wanting to borrow this body to carry it on the wings. If you don't learn to order the crane to go, Litang will return when you see each other.

6. Do you know if you will meet in the next life? Mo Shangfeng is in the youth.

7. Meditation and meditation, the lover of the past is in front of him, and he is willing to transfer this heart to learn the Tao, that is, what is the difficulty of becoming a Buddha.

8. The person who squeezes into my left side is good at **, and the person who slips away from my right side is diligent in nostalgia. Whoever crosses Mount Everest has the strength to be intimately hostile to me.

9. Cook each other with their eyes, who can put whom down, let's go, let's go.

10, as soon as Houmen entered the sea depth, he wanted to ask Qingqing about the ghosts and gods. This feeling passed away like a dream, and the mirror was not true.