If one day I have the opportunity to go to Lhasa, then I want to walk around, feel the place where that person used to live, and taste the infinite charm of this world. Maybe most people will go to see the Potala Palace, go to the top Red Palace, look at the spiritual bone pagoda of the Dalai Lama, for the sentence "That January, I shake all the prayer cylinders, not for excess, just to touch your fingertips", there are too many red dust men and women who are obsessed with love and love go to the Red Palace, trying to get close to the great poet, but many people will be disappointed, because among so many golden pagodas, there is no one that belongs to Cangyang Gyatso.
In fact, Cangyang Gyatso's life is a great mystery and an eternal legend, this enigmatic man, so familiar to us, but so strange, so strange that we may only know this name, only know that he is a poet, have heard or read a few words in his poems. He is actually a monk, but he never cares about status, always playing in Lhasa at night, enjoying the mellow barley wine in the tavern, enjoying the love with the girls, and his love poems are like the pearl of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, illuminating the hearts of countless people. He is so gentle and delicate, a prodigal son on the streets of Lhasa, and a handsome young man under the green sky of the snowy land! (Many people may not have seen the full version, I sorted out three pictures, you can take a look, the first time to post, can you give me more suggestions in the comment area?) ）
