Yang Jin Enters Beijing

The loud and melodious pastoral songs float among the blue sky and white clouds.

Gyatso and I lay our heads together on the grass, listening to pastoral songs from somewhere, looking at the clouds in the sky and the eagles flying through the clouds.

"Yangjin, your name means Tianyin Goddess." Gyatso said to me.

"Ah, I'm not a woman, why do I call her Goddess of Tianyin?" I pouted my lips dissatisfied and asked, of course a man must have a masculine name.

"Goddess Tianyin's mount is an eagle. According to legend, she came on a flying eagle and landed on the snow mountain over there." Gyatso pointed to the Kawaborg Snow Mountain towering into the clouds in the distance. It means white snow mountain in Tubo language.

"There is a beard on the top of Kawaborg Mountain, and the lake is so clear that it can reflect the sky." Gyatso continued.

"Where is the lake that cannot reflect the sky?" I dismissed such a statement.

Gyatso reached out and tapped my head, annoyed that I kept interrupting him. "That lake is different, it can connect the road to the sky. Goddess Tianyin flew from there."

"Thick and thick!" I could only smirk, and asked Gyatso: "Goddess Tianyin came to the world, is there any young man who fell in love with the world?"

"Have you heard this story?" Gyatso asked me in surprise.

"Ah, all fairy tales are going in this direction." Said very uninspired.

"Yes, Goddess Tianyin fell in love with a cowherd.

"Cowherds like us?" I asked.

"That's right, they are cowherds like us." Gyatso patted his chest proudly.

The yaks who were grazing leisurely beside us also let out the cry of "Moo! Moo!" very cooperatively.

Gyatso spoke more and more vigorously, "The goddess and the cowherd often have a tryst at the foot of the mountain." In order to strengthen his persuasiveness, Gyatso pointed to the small river beside us and emphasized: "Just take a walk by this small river."

When I heard him say that, I kicked off my boots and put my feet into the river, "soak some fairy air." The river flows down from the snow-capped mountains, and the water is a bit cold, but there are fish in the water, and my feet As soon as he stretched it in, everyone immediately surrounded him and bit him.

"Hehe." These are small fish, they can't really bite me, at most they can gnaw on some old skin, but they make me very itchy, it's very fun, I usually like to put my feet in the water for them to gnaw.

"But..." Gyatso suddenly changed the topic when he said this, and deliberately paused for a while.

"But the cowherd died later," I said.

"You know again?"

"Usually there are no happy endings." I said as a matter of course.

My anticipation did not affect Gyatso's interest in telling the story at all: "One day, the goddess didn't come when the wind and snow were blowing. The boy who herded cattle missed his lover and braved the wind and snow to climb up the snow-capped mountain. But he couldn't. The top of the mountain, frozen to death on the mountain."

"Ah!" Although I knew the legends were unbelievable, I still felt a little uncomfortable because of this ending. "Hey! Why don't all the myths and legends have a happy ending?"

"It is said that Goddess Tianyin was very sad when she heard the news of her lover's death. She has never left the snow mountain and will stay with her dead lover forever and ever." Gyatso looked at the snow-covered mountaintop all year round, "so as long as Anyone who can climb to the top of that mountain can gain the favor of Goddess Tianyin and see their dead relatives."

"What a lie!" We, the Tibetans who live on the highest land in the world, are a people with very pure beliefs. They believe that everything in the world has spirituality, that the world is eternal, and that every decent mountain is There are gods and gods living in the mountains, and it is believed that each god has different magic powers.

Another knock on the forehead by Gyatso said, "Nonsense is blasphemy."

"Thick and thick!" I smiled and didn't argue any more. This is a matter of faith. In fact, having faith in my heart is also a happy thing.

"Let me tell you the story of another god." Gyatso was very chatty today.

I quickly jumped up, "I'd better go practice Udo." I'm not impatient to hear Gyatso say, I've always been a very patient person, but I don't want to hear any sad death stories anymore, I'm a kind-hearted person Such a soft guy.

Udo is a primitive rope thrower, made of wool, about one to two meters long, with a small diamond-shaped pocket in the middle. When using it, fold the rope in half, hold the end of the rope with your hands, and throw the stone Put it on a small pocket, spin the rope vigorously, wait for the inertia to increase, and then loosen the end, and the stone will fly to the target, which can drive cattle and sheep away, and can also be used for attack occasionally.

This sounds simple, but throwing Udo is actually a technical job.My third brother Gyatso is well-known as the number one master of throwing udo. He can hit wherever he wants within a hundred meters and never misses.As for me, I, hehe, is the last one.

I yelled and threw the udo, and the udo soared into the sky and flew high.

In the next moment, the stone fell from the sky and hit me directly on the head.

"Ouch!" I yelled, hugging my head.

A stone flew in at the right time and knocked the stone that hit me into the air, saving me from a bloody catastrophe.

"Hey! How many times have I told you that the posture is not right." The Udo in Gyatso's hand continued to swing, needless to say, he was the one who saved me just now.He waved the Udo in his hand and took the trouble to teach me how to use it, but I don't seem to be very talented in this aspect.

Unknowingly, the sun tilted to the west.

"Why hasn't elder brother come back?" My elder brother Qiangba was called away by the headman today, and now it was getting dark and he hadn't come back. I couldn't help feeling a little worried, and asked Gyatso, "What's the matter with the headman telling elder brother to go?" ?”

We are 'chaba', that is, serfs. More than [-]% of us here are chaba, but we are not the lowest-level serfs. We have our own cattle and sheep, and we have a share in farming and grazing. ' and 'Langsheng'.

'Pile the poor' is the bad thing for small households.

'Langsheng' is a slave who has absolutely nothing, not even any freedom.

The headman usually doesn't embarrass 'Chaba' too much, but in theory he also has the right to execute 'Chaba'.

"What else can happen?" Gyatso's worry was obviously different from mine. He said, "It must be to increase the amount of tribute again."

For many years we have been paying tribute to the northern nomads 'Rongdi', otherwise they would come and attack us, killing all the men they saw and taking the cattle, sheep and women.In recent years, Rongdi has grown stronger, and the tributes demanded will increase every year. These tributes will be distributed to each Chaba household, making our already difficult life even more difficult.

"Woof!" My family's mastiff 'Gesanghua' barked happily and ran towards a figure riding a horse that appeared in the distance.

"Brother is back." I greeted me happily.

"Put on your shoes." Gyatso threw my boots over.

I grabbed the robe around my waist, wiped the muddy water on my feet casually, put on my boots, and ran to my eldest brother Champa

Qiangba is 30 years old this year, but his back is slightly bent, and the wrinkles on his face are as deep as a knife cut. I remember that his wrinkles were not so deep last year. Looking at his face, I feel distressed.

"Brother, what did the leader tell you to do?"

The expression on Qiangba's face was not very good, but he still smiled when he saw us, reached out and patted my head, and yelled, "It's getting late, Gyatso and Yangjin go home."

"Ale." I promised to get on my horse, and before getting on my horse, I picked up a pebble from the stream, stuck the pebble to my forehead, and piled it on the 'Mani Pile' by the stream.

The 'Mani pile' is also called the 'God pile', which can be seen everywhere in Tibet. Every stone on the 'Mani pile' represents our sincere prayer from the heart.

After putting my sincere prayers on the mani pile, Dama quickly caught up with Jampa and Gyatso, and drove my family's yak herd home together.

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