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漏断风凉,更深人静的夜里,我写他,他离我近三百年。历史宛如一道银河将我们隔开,他在河的对岸,着一袭白衣青衫,吟唱着那古老的情诗,踏莲而来。仓央嘉措,诗一般的名字,佛一样的诗人。清康熙二十二年的一个冬天,他来到这红尘深处。或许生来就该是个不凡的人,出生时便展现出诸多异兆,以及他从三岁起便表现出非同一般的的行为。他的一生就像被上天选中一般,浓墨重彩的一笔,轻描淡写的一划,留给后世津津乐道的话本般的人生。他的
Leak off cool, deeper quiet night, I write him, he nearly 300 years away from me. The history is like a galaxy separating us. He is on the other side of the river, dressed in a handsome white shirt, singing the ancient love poems, and riding on the water. Tsang central Gyatso, poem-like name, Buddha-like poet. One winter of the Qing Emperor Kangxi twenty-two years, he came to this deep red. Perhaps he was born to be an extraordinary person, displaying a myriad of tricks at birth, as well as showing extraordinary behavior since he was three years old. His life is like being chosen by God, a thick, a touch of understatement, for future generations to relish the words of this life. his