Ten miles of spring breeze, not as good as you

Chapter 50 Afterword
When the story ended, I went to Tibet.

Arrived in Lhasa in the evening.Night has fallen in my hometown thousands of miles away, but the daylight in Lhasa is as bright as noon.

Under the flowing white clouds, the Potala Palace, known as the "Palace in Heaven", stands on the top of the mountain.Breathing the Tibetan fragrance in the air, I don't know, is it the body or the mind that is in a trance?

That night, lying in the dark, the surroundings were so quiet that I could hear the sound of my own heartbeat and blood flowing.While half asleep and half awake, there was the sound of distant drums.Until now, I still can't tell whether it is the hallucination caused by altitude sickness, or the sound of the morning bell in the Potala Palace.

Walking on the streets of Lhasa in the morning light, seeing devout Buddhists kowtowing one after another outside the Jokhang Temple, I finally know: the power of faith.

Standing in front of the small yellow building at the southeast corner of Barkhor Street, which is said to have never faded for 300 years, imagining the beautiful story of the sixth Dalai Lama Tsangyang Gyatso and Maggie Ami, I wondered: Is love also a kind of faith?
Living in the Potala Palace, I am the biggest king in the snow region; wandering in the streets of Lhasa, I am the most beautiful lover in the world.

A living Buddha, a love, a century-old legend.

On the high mountaintops in the east, whenever a bright moon rises

At that moment, the smiling face of Maggie Ami slowly appeared in my heart
That day, I closed my eyes in the mist of Jingdian Township, and suddenly heard your mantra of chanting
In that month, I shook all the prayer wheels, not for extension, just to touch your fingertips
That year, I kowtowed on the long mountain road, not to see you, but to hug your warmth
In that life, I turned mountains, rivers, and pagodas, not to cultivate in the next life, but to meet you on the way
Moved by the love poems of Yangcang Gyatso, I am willing to believe that Maggie Ami's distant marriage is to fulfill the love of the lover for thousands of generations.And she is the love in Cangyang Gyatso's heart.Then 300 years later, what will the love in the hearts of the world look like?
There may be thousands of answers, just like He Hongxun and Muke, who have sharpened their swords for more than ten years, and cherish each other; like Li Xing and He Xi, after separation, bitterness is sweet; like He Yicheng and He Yayan, bumping into each other, overflowing with passion .In this book, love is the way Xing Kelei "plays hooligans" with Mi Ka.

Undoubtedly, they are happy.As for those unfortunate ones, such as Shao Yuhan and Shen Jianing, in the face of the difficulties of fate, even though they loved, they eventually ran in opposite directions.But unfortunately Shen Jianing can stand up and start again, who has any reason to give up?After all, life is not only about love.

At this point, it's time to say goodbye.However, love will not end.Everyone who is willing to share this story with me is as optimistic and strong as Mu Ke; as brave and firm as He Xi; as kind and grateful as Mi Ka.Wings are beautiful in the sunshine, and pursue happiness in a smile.

Mu Qingyu

October 2012 in Lhasa
(End of this chapter)