时光微凉,似水流年。在栀子花开的季节,在那离天最近、离梦最远的西藏,曾有一位雪域最大的王,住进了布达拉宫。他曾流浪在拉萨街头,小声轻叹“:自恐多情损梵行,入山又怕误倾城。世间安得双全法,不负如来不负卿。”他曾在荒芜的渡口迷茫,寻问着“谁,执我之手,敛我半世癫狂”。他也曾坐在青灯古佛旁,静听着“一花一世界,一叶一如来”。 The time is cool, like years. In the season of gardenia blossom, Tibet, the farthest away from dreams and the farthest away from the dream, once lived in the Potala Palace. He had strayed in the streets of Lhasa, whispered softly: “Since the fear of loss of Vatican line, into the mountains and afraid of False Possession. The world was double Law, do not take any meritorious service.” “He had lost in the barren ferry, find Asked ”Who, hold my hand, get me half crazy“. He also sat next to the Green Lantern Buddha, listening to ”a flower world, a leaf like a come."