Quiet

Jing Jing is a well-behaved girl with a clean little face and a warm smile. She has been like this since she was a child. Because he was very quiet after birth and cried very little, the An family chose this name. He didn't put any thought into it, he just picked it up casually... Anjia is not the only one with this child, Anjia is never short of children... A person, facing an empty seat, sat quietly in a coffee shop, drinking black tea slowly. Outside the window, it is pouring rain, but inside the house, it is really warm. This cup of black tea, this house, this life... You left, but you didn't know that what you took away was not only my warmth, but also my tears... It cleared up outside the window, but it continued to rain inside. Just because I smile doesn't mean I'm happy. I hold an umbrella not just to protect myself from the rain. You'll never know what I'm thinking. I want to hug everyone, but I have to warm myself first, please bear with me. Because I have practiced tolerating you. At that moment, I raised my wind horse, not to pray for blessings, but to wait for your arrival That day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the sutra hall, and suddenly I heard the mantras in your chanting of sutras. On that day, I built piles of Manis, not for cultivating virtue, but just to cast stones from the lake of my heart. That night, I listened to Sanskrit singing all night, not for enlightenment, but just to find a trace of your breath. In that month, I shook all the prayer tubes, not for salvation, but just to touch your fingertips That year, I kowtowed and prostrated on the mountain road, not to meet you, but just to be close to your warmth. In that life, I walked around mountains, rivers, and pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but just to meet you on the way. ——Tsangyang Gyatso