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Tibet Is Full of Snow and Wind
Seventeen-year-old Ji Xia was recalled to the old home of the Shen family in Beijing by a phone call from the humid summer in Hong Kong. Carrying half of her unfamiliar blood and the hidden past of her adoptive parents, she walked into this heavy and deep courtyard. Eight years later, under the scorching sunshine of Tibet, she met the Buddhist disciple again, wearing a crimson monk's robe and with a calm look on his face. This is a long search for "roots" and "way out". The hot flashes in the so
6.1kReads7.5Score809Shelves
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Snowy Long Winter
On that night of confusion and passion eight years ago, Sheng Yi fled in a hurry. Eight years later, the old friends met again. He was a Buddhist disciple sitting on the altar, and she was a calm and capable architect. Until that starlit night, he stopped her and said, "Sheng Yiqing, please treat me to a cup of tea." The butter tea cooled and then boiled, the prayer flags fluttered in the wind like a prophecy - the Buddha was moved...
3.1kReads7.9Score454Shelves
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I'm Handsome
The cold Buddha on the snowy plateau truly felt for the first time that there was a kind of temperature in the world that could penetrate the thick monk's robe so domineeringly and reach deep into the soul, causing an almost burning throbbing. For the first time, the soft and waxy girl on the coast of Lingnan came into contact with a completely different kind of life force, marked by divinity and suffering. That power fascinated her, made her feel distressed, and allowed her to glimpse another v
1.5kReads7.2Score201Shelves
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Deep Spring in Tibet
New works are released. Welcome to Tomato Novel to read my works. I hope you all like them. Your attention is the motivation for my writing. I will try my best to tell every story!
763Reads6.6Score100Shelves
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Jiangnan Agarwood Dialect
He stepped into Buddhism, the morning bells and evening drums washed away the dust in his heart, and ten years of cold and heat suddenly passed away. She carried the warm fireworks from Lingnan all the way to the south of the Yangtze River where apricot blossoms and spring rain arose. His cassock is wrapped around him, and his wooden fish voice is deep. She sat on the creek bridge and looked at the flowing clouds indifferently. Deep in the ancient well, a slight ripple rose.
366Reads6.8Score—Shelves