1 屋子里很暖和，即使是这样严寒的天气，这里仍旧能让人心情平稳的醒来。

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屋子里很暖和，即使是这样严寒的天气，这里仍旧能让人心情平稳的醒来。丝毫没有寒冷过夜的疲惫。

小喇嘛知道张起灵的功课还没有做完，他看着他仍旧一早就出门，来到院子里的那块石头面前，毫无目的的敲打着，上师说，这块石头最终的形状，就是张起灵心里所想的东西。

张起灵需要知道自己是谁，他也需要理解，“想”的概念。

小喇嘛觉得很奇怪，和其他人不一样，其他人天生就被赋予，我需要做些什么，想些什么，这样一种欲望和动机。而这个叫张起灵的人，似乎天生就无法理解这两点。

如果你不主动去和他交谈，他可以发呆整整一整天，自己的师兄们都说张起灵就好像被忘记告知目的地的邮差，但是小喇嘛不这么认为，小喇嘛觉得，如果邮差不知道目的地，他会急的像热锅上的蚂蚁，因为邮差有把东西送到目的地的想法。而张起灵，就像佛一样，如果天地间不需要他，他就在哪里，就连思考的欲望都没有。

但是上师说张起灵不是佛。

先有了，然后没有了，才是佛，而生来就没有欲望的，是石头。

张起灵需要找到自己的“想”，上师让他每天淬炼院子里的那块石头，只要他内心有一丝“想”那块石头变成什么样子。那块石头就会出现有意义的形状。

已经快一年多了，那块石头越来越小，仍旧是毫无规则的样子。

所以张起灵仍旧不能去见那个女人。

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那个女人在寺庙里的时间，比张起灵还要长很多很多，据说是在花海冰层之下，挖掘出来的。女人并不是陷落在那里被困死，而是被葬在那个冰封的墓穴里。

南迦巴瓦里只有那个背阴的山坑之内，有一片藏花海，那里的冰层中，有很多的黑影，据说是一个部落的陵墓，只有这个寺庙的喇嘛，才知道那个地方的存在，他今年刚刚16岁，就在生日那天，被告知了这个秘密，但是他一次都没有去看过。

只有每年的7月进山，跋涉一个月的时间，才能到达那个地方。那些黑影都深深的埋在冰层之内，上师们每十年才会进去一次，做的事情他并不知道。到达那个地方的路线，只有最智慧的上师才有资格知道。

十年前，进去的上师，带出了一具冰封的尸体。他当时只有6岁，他清晰的记得，那个女人的样子。他听到上师们的对话，这个女人，并没有死，但是也并不是活着。

她被安放在一间房间里，小喇嘛只知道她是一个漂亮的女人，脸色非常白，不像是藏族的肤色，她被抬在毛毡上恭敬的运入房间，整个过程她就像是睡过去一样，一动都没有动过。

那个房间，从此之后谁也没有进去过。

一直到九年后，张起灵来到了这个寺庙，他说出了那个女人的相貌。

但是上师们并没有让他见到那个女人。

其中一个上师就说出了让张起灵留在这里一年的话：你如一块石头一样，见和不见，都没有区别。

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“你既然来这里，找这个叫做白玛的女人，那么你内心应该是有想的，为何你到现在什么都雕不出来呢？”小喇嘛在早课之后，问正在午休的张起灵。

张起灵坐在院子里，自己凿下的碎石堆中一块比较大的石头上。没有回答。

小喇嘛已经习惯他这样的反应了，自顾自说道：“你是从什么地方，产生要到这里来的念头。你就是在什么地方，开始想的啊。怎么能说你是块石头呢？上师们的想法，真的想不明白。”

张起灵看了看他，不置可否。

他吃了一口糌粑，把东西放到一边小心的包好，继续开始敲打石块。

小喇嘛继续看着他，一边一个蓝袍的藏人就来到了他的身后。

这个人是庙里请的工匠，蓝袍的工匠是最好的，他们家已经传到第九代了，手艺还是一样的好。工匠拍了拍小喇嘛的肩膀，让他不要打扰张起灵。

“他是漫无目的的走到这里，然后忽然说出了那个名字。”工匠告诉小喇嘛：“他甚至不知道那是一个名字。”

“您怎么又到庙里来了。这里哪里有坏了吗？还是山上又有石头掉下来了。”

工匠轻声说道：“上师让我来，休整那件屋子后面的梁柱和炉子。”

“哪件屋子？”

工匠看了看张起灵，小喇嘛就明白了。他有些疑惑，“上师终于承认他在想了吗？”

他看着张起灵雕刻出来的，毫无规则的奇怪形状，这个形状和一年前刚刚开始的时候，似乎毫无任何的区别。

工匠指了指地上，正午的阳光下，小喇嘛看到了张起灵雕刻的那块奇怪的石头的影子，影子竟然是一个人的形状，就如张起灵刚才坐在石头上的坐姿。他一定是每天午休的时候，看着自己的影子，然后按照影子开始的第一凿。

小喇嘛笑了，他发自内心的替张起灵开心。

“你修佛修的怎么样？”工匠却似乎有些感慨，他问小喇嘛？

小喇嘛嘿嘿笑笑，不回应。工匠就继续说道：“很多人都说，女孩子最开始是没有心的，所以谁也伤害不了她们，于是恶魔派出了男孩子，英俊男子的追逐让她们有了心，当她们有了心的时候，世界上所有的东西都变得可以伤害她们了。所以——我们让一个人有了心，也许是为了能够更好的伤害他呢。”

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那天晚上，张起灵被带入了那个封闭了十年的房间，见到了自己的母亲。

对于那个时候的他来说，一切仍旧显得太倡促，而让他无法理解。

白玛并没有完全的苏醒过来，当藏海花的药性褪去，她离真正的死亡，只有三天的时间。然而她等这三天，已经等了太长的时间。

张起灵并没有从白玛的口中得到任何的信息。

他甚至没有听到自己母亲呼唤自己的哪怕一声声音。

他也没有感觉到，其他人说过的，母亲带给他的，对于这个世界的一丝联系。

他唯一感觉到的，是母亲缓缓恢复的呼吸，苍白的脸庞只恢复了轻微的血色，又瞬间转向荒芜。

这一切，仍旧显得太倡促。

白玛知道这一切吗？

如她约定的那样，她从长眠中醒来，已经失去了睁开眼睛的任何机会。但是她知道，当那些喇嘛按照约定让她醒来的时候，她的儿子一定在她的身边。

那一定是一个有血有肉的孩子，感知着人世间的喜怒哀乐，她能够感觉到儿子的温暖。他的呼吸，他的心跳，他真的来了。

她用尽了所有的办法，只为自己争取到了这三天时间，虽然不够，远远不够，她想看到这个孩子成长的所有片段，所有瞬间。但是，三天，这寂静的，只有心跳声和呼吸声的三天时间，已经是她能做的全部了。

张起灵抓着妈妈的手，他不知道自己为什么要这么做，他觉得这一切，仍旧太仓促了。

张起灵抓着妈妈的手，他不知道自己为什么要这么做，但是他感觉到了从来没有过的情绪，他觉得自己抓着人世间最后一丝自己的痕迹，最后一丝自己愿意去想的东西。

没有人进到这个房间来，没有任何声音进到这个房间来。

三日寂静。

“你不能是一块石头，让你的母亲，感觉不到你的存在。”一年前，上师和他说道：“你要学会去想，去想念，你妈妈送给你的第一件也是最后一件礼物，会是你被那些人遮蔽的心。”

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三天之后，张起灵来到了那块石头的跟前，他习惯性的拿起凿子，开始凿起来。

他以前不知道自己凿这个东西，是为了什么。

他凿了几下，忽然发现了自己手里的凿子，意识到了自己正在做什么。几乎是同时，心中一股难以抵御的痛苦，涌上了他的心头。

大雪中，他坐了下来，蜷缩成了一团。

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1 Room was warm, even in cold weather, can still make people feel smooth woke up here. No tired cold overnight. Little Lama know kylin's work has not finished, he looked at him still to go out in the morning, came to the yard of the stone front of aimless beating guru said the final shape of this rock, is the kylin what had in mind. Kylin needs to know who he is, he needs to understand that "think" concept. Little Lama thought it was odd, and others are not the same, others are naturally endowed, what do I need to do, and what such a desire and motivation. And this man called Zhang Qi ling, cannot understand these two points seem to be born. If you do not take the initiative to talk with him, he can be stunned for a whole day, speak his seniors kylin seems to be the Mailman forgot to inform destination, but the young lamas do not think so, the little Lama, if the Mailman does not know the destination, he will rush like a cat on hot bricks, because the postman to deliver it to its destination. Kylin, just like a Buddha, and if the world does not need him where he is, we don't even have a desire to think. But masters said kylin is not a Buddha. First, then, is the Buddha, was born without the desire, a rock. Kylin needs to find its own "thinking" guru to the stone he tempered the yard every day, as long as he has a trace of "think" about what the stone. That stone will appear meaningful shapes. For nearly one year, the stone getting smaller and smaller, still there is no rule. Kylin is still not going to see the woman.2 The woman in the Temple of time, and will last much longer than the kylin, is said to be under the sea ice, and excavated. Not fall where stranded the day she dies, but is buried in the ice Vault. Nanjiabawali with just one shade of the pit, there is a hidden flowers, where the ice layer, there are many shadows and is said to be the tomb of one of the tribes, only the temple lamas, didn't know the place exists, he is just 16 years old, birthday, received a secret, but he did not look at once. Only July of each year into the mountains, trekking the one month's time, to get to that place. Those shadows are buried deep within the ice, the masters will go in only once every ten years, doing things he does not know. Come to a local route, only the wisdom of a guru to be eligible know. Ten years ago, guru, brought out a frozen corpse. He was only 6 years old, he remembered, that woman looks like. He's heard teachers talk, this woman is not dead, but it is not alive. She was placed in a room, the little Lama but she is a beautiful woman, her face is very white, unlike Tibetan complexion, she was respectful in the blankets are brought into the room, she is sleeping the whole process as in the past, did not move a. The room since then who have never entered before. Until nine years later, Zhang Ling came to the temple, he told the woman's appearance. But guru did not let him see the girl again. One master spoke to kylin to stay here for a year: you end up like a piece of stone, and not seen, makes no difference.3 "If you come here, find this woman known as Padma Choling, then you should be thinking, why are you now can't carve anything out? "Little Lama after morning classes, ask is lunch break, kylin. Kylin sat in the yard, his chiseled on a large rock in a pile of rubble. Did not answer. This has a little Lama used his, himself said: "where are you from, thought to be here. Where you are, and started to think. How can you say that you are a stone? Masters thoughts, really don't understand. ” Kylin looks at his fence. He ate a tsampa, put things aside carefully wrapped, continued knocked rocks. Little Lama continued to look at him, one on either side of the blue-robed Tibetans came up behind him. This man is a temple artisan, craftsman is the best Blue robes, they had already reached the Nineth generation, technology is just as good. Craftsman patted down the young Lama's shoulder, let him not to disturb kylin. "He was walking aimlessly here and then suddenly say that name. "Craftsman told Lama:" he did not even know that it is a name. ” "How did you come to the temple again. Here where there are bad now? Is still on the mountain and a stone falls down. ” Craftsman whispered: "guru made me come, rest room behind the pillars and the stove. ” "What House? ” Craftsmen looked kylin, the little Lama knew. He had some doubts, "guru has finally admitted that he was thinking about it? ” He watched kylin carved, no rules of strange shapes, shape and has just started a year ago when this seems to be without any distinction. Artisans pointed to the ground, under the midday sun, the little Lama kylin sculpture of the strange stone shadow, shadow turned out to be a human shape, such as kylin sitting posture on a stone. He must have lunch time every day, looking at his shadow, and then follow the shadow of the first pick. Little Lama smiled, his heartfelt happy for kylin. "How do you repair the Buddha? "Craftsman seems to have some mixed feelings, he asked the monks? Little Lama hehe smile, do not respond. Craftsman continued: "a lot of people have said, the girls began with no heart, so no one can hurt them, so the devil sent the boy, handsome men chasing them with their heart, and when they have a heart when all the things in the world can harm them. So-we let a person with heart, may be better able to hurt him. ”4 That night, kylin is brought into the room closed for ten years, has seen his mother. For him at that time, it still seems too advocated, and he could not understand. Padma Choling, and not fully recovered when Tibetan haihua resistance faded, her real death, only three days ' time. She waited three days, however, had been waiting for a long time. Kylin is not from, Padma Choling, guaranteed to get any information. He didn't even hear my mother calling my own even a sound. Nor does he feel that other people have said, of his mother, and any links to the world. He only felt, is the mother's breathing slowly recovered, and recovered only slightly pale face drained of color, and instantly turned to desert. All this still seems too advocated. Padma Choling, do you know all this? As she agreed, she wakes up from her sleep, has lost any chance of open your eyes. But she knows, when the Lama by Convention when she woke up, her son by her side. It must have been a flesh-and-blood child, perceiving human emotions, she could feel the warmth of the son. His breathing, his heart, and he actually came. She exhausted all ways, only for itself these days, although not enough, not enough, she wanted to see the kids grow up all the pieces, all the moments. However, for three days, this quiet, only three days of heartbeat and breathing, it is all she can do. Kylin clutching her mother's hand, he does not know why I have to do, he thought all this is still too short. Kylin clutching her mother's hand, he does not know why I have to do, but he had never had feelings, he felt his grip last trace of their tracks in the world, the last trace of things they might like to think. No one entered the room, without any sound into the room. 3rd silence. "You can't be a rock, let your mother can't feel your presence. "A year ago, masters, and he said," you have to learn to think, to miss, your MOM gave you the first and last gift, will be your heart overshadowed by those people. ”5 Three days later, Zhang Ling came to the stone, and he picked up a chisel and began to cut up. He did not know himself what is for what. He had cut out a couple of times and suddenly found themselves in the hands of a chisel, aware of what you're doing. Almost at the same time, it is hard to resist the pain of the heart in a unit, filled his mind. The heavy snow, he sat down, curled up in a ball.

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A house is warm, even if the weather is so cold here still can make people feel smooth wake. Cold night did not tired. Zhang Ling Lama knows little homework has not been done, he looked out he was still a long time ago, came to the yard in front of the stone, there is no purpose of beating, the teacher said, the final shape of the stone, is Zhang Ling had in mind something. Zhang Ling needs to know who he is, he needs to understand, "want" concept. Small Lama was very surprised, and other people do not like other people are born to be given, and what I need to do, what to think, such a desire and motivation. And this is Zhang Qi Ling who seem inherently unable to understand these two points. If you do not take the initiative to talk to him, he can daze the whole day, and his brothers have said that Zhang Ling will be forgotten like the postman told the destination, but the small Lama do not think so, small Lama felt that if the postman do not know the purpose of , he would urgently like ants on a hot pan, because the postman had to put things to the destination ideas. And Zhang Ling, like the Buddha, as if heaven and earth do not need him, he was in where even the desire to think at all. But the teacher said Zhang Ling is not Buddha. With the first, then no, is the Buddha, and was born without desire, is stone. Zhang Ling need to find their own "wish", the teacher let him grown up on the stone yard every day, as long as his heart a hint of "want to" become like stone. The shape of the stone will appear meaningful. Almost more than a year, more and more small stone, still there is no way the rule. So Zhang Ling still can not see the woman. Two woman in the temple of time, much longer than Zhang Ling lot, is said to be under the ice flowers, dig out. Woman trapped in there not fall dead, but was buried in the frozen grave. 南迦巴瓦里only within that Shankeng of shady, there is a hidden flowers, where the ice, there are a lot of shadows, said to be the tomb of a tribe, only this temple monks, to know the place existence, he had just 16 years old this year, on his birthday and was told the secret, but he never once went to see. Only time each year in July into the mountains, trek a month to get to that place. Those shadows are deeply buried in the ice, the teacher who will go in once every ten years, to do things he does not know. Getting to that place, and only the most wisdom to know the teachers are eligible. Ten years ago, went on the division, brought out a frozen corpse. He was only 6 years old, he clearly remembers the woman's look. He heard the masters of dialogue, this woman did not die, but it is not alive. She was placed in a room, the small Lama only know that she is a beautiful woman, her face very white, unlike the Tibetan complexion, she was carried on a respectful felt transported into the room, the whole process is like she is sleeping As in the past, a move are not moved. That room, since then no one has been inside. Until nine years later, Zhang Ling came to this temple, he uttered the woman's appearance. But the teacher who did not allow him to see that woman. One teacher confessed to let Zhang Ling here a year if: You like a stone, to see and not see, makes no difference. 3 "You have come here looking for this called Pema woman, then your heart should have thought, why do you now what are carved out of it?" Little Lama after the morning lesson, ask is the lunch break Zhang Ling. Zhang Ling courtyards, own chisel under the rubble on a relatively large stones. No answer. Small Lama have become accustomed to him this response, self-serving and said:. "Are you from somewhere, you want to generate the idea here is where you start thinking, ah how can you say you are a stone yet.? Guru's idea, really do not understand. " Zhang Ling looked at him, noncommittal. He ate a roasted barley, put things aside and carefully wrapped, continue to start banging stones. Small Lama continue to look at him, while a blue robe Tibetans came behind him. This man is the temple please craftsmen, artisans blue robe is the best they've reached the ninth house, the craft is still as good. Lama small artisans patted on the shoulder, so he do not bother Zhang Ling. "He walked aimlessly here and then suddenly say that name." Lama told a small artisan:. "He did not even know it was a name" , "how do you come here again to the temple where the bad. ?. yet still have a stone fell off the mountain, " craftsman whispered: "the teacher let me come, rest room behind that piece of beams and stove. " " Which pieces of the house? " craftsman looked Zhang Ling, a small Lama will understand. He was a bit confused, "the teacher finally admitted that he thought it?" He looked at the strange shape Zhang Ling carved out, there is no rule, the shape and just the beginning of a year ago, it seems that there is no any difference. Craftsman pointed to the ground, under the midday sun, Lama saw the shadow of a small piece of Zhang Ling strange stone carving, shadow turned out to be a human shape, as Zhang Ling sitting just sitting on the stone. He must be the lunch break every day, look at his own shadow, and then follow the shadow of the first cutting began. Small Lama smiled, his heartfelt for Zhang Ling happy. "You Xiufo how to repair?" Craftsman seems some emotion, he asked the little Lama? Small Lama smiled Hey, do not respond. Craftsman on continued: "A lot of people say, is the beginning of a girl no heart, so no one can hurt them, so the devil sent a boy, handsome man so that they have a heart chase, when they have a heart When the world becomes everything they can hurt the so - we let a person have a heart, perhaps in order to be able to hurt him do better. " 4 That night, Zhang Ling was brought into the closed ten rooms, met his mother. For him, at that time, everything still seems too advocate pro, but he could not understand. Pema has not fully regained consciousness, when possession of the sea flower potency faded from her real death, only three days. She waited three days, however, have been waiting for too long. Zhang Ling did not get any information from Pema's mouth. He did not even hear his mother calling his even heard voices. He did not feel that other people have said, his mother gave him, a trace of contact for this world. He only felt, the mother slowly restore breathing, pale face only recovered slightly bloody, and instantly turned barren. All this still seems too advocate and promote. Pema know all this? As she agreed as she wakes from sleep, and has lost any chance of opened my eyes. But she knows that when those Lama as agreed to let her wake up, she must be in her son's side. That must be a child of flesh and blood, sensing the earth's emotions, she could feel the warmth of his son. His breathing, his heart, he really came. She exhausted all the way, only to fight for their time to three days, although not enough, not enough, she wanted to see the children grow up all the pieces, all the moments. However, three days later, the silence, the only sound of heartbeat and breathing three days, all she can do is already up. Zhang Ling grabbed her mother's hand, he did not know why they want to do, and he felt it all, still too hasty. Zhang Ling grabbed her mother's hand, he did not know why they want to do, but never had he felt the emotions he felt he grabbed the last vestiges of their mark on earth, the last vestiges of their willingness to think about things. Nobody come into this room, there is no sound coming into the room. Three days of silence. "You can not be a rock and let your mother, do not feel your presence." A year ago, the teacher and he said: "You have to learn to think, to miss your mom gave you the first thing is Finally a gift, you will be obscured by those who hearts. " 5 Three days later, Zhang Ling came to the front of the stone, and his habit of picking up a chisel, chisel start up. He did not know his own chisel this thing is for what. He drilled a few times, suddenly found himself in the hands of a chisel, realized what he was doing. Almost the same time, the heart is difficult to resist the wave of pain came to his mind. Snow, he sat down, curled up into a group.

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Very warm 1

room, even if such cold weather, here still can make people feel smooth wake up. No cold night tired.

small Lama knew Zhang Qiling's homework hasn't been finished, he looked at his still sent out early in the morning, came to the stone front yard, there is no purpose of beating, the guru said, this stone to the final shape, is Zhang Qiling had in mind something.

Zhang Qiling needs to know who he is, he should also understand that, "want to" concept.

small Lama feels very strange, not like other people, other people are gifted with, what should I do, what to think,Such a desire and motivation. And this guy named Zhang Qiling, seems to be born to understand the two.

if you do not take the initiative to talk to him, he may be in a daze for a whole day, his brother would say Zhang Qiling seems to be forgot to tell the destination of the postman, but small Lama don't think so, small Lama think, if the postman does not know the destination, he will be anxious like ants on a hot pan, because the postman has to send it to the destination of the idea. And Zhang Qiling, like the Buddha, if not required between heaven and earth to him, where is he, even thought have no desire.

but masters say Zhang Qiling not buddha.

have first,And no, is the Buddha, and born without desire, is a stone.

Zhang Qiling needs to find their own "want to", the master let him the stone every quenching in the yard, as long as he has a heart "to" the stone into what. The stone will appear meaningful shape.

has more than one year, the stone is more and more small, is still irregular appearance.

so Zhang Qiling still can't go to see that woman.

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the woman in the temple of time, Zhang Qiling a lot longer than many, is said to be in the flowers under the ice, dig out. Women don't fall where trapped dead,But buried in the icy tomb.

Nan Cabawari only that within shady mountain pit, there is a Tibetan flowers, where the ice, there are a lot of shadow, is said to be a tribe of the tomb, only the temple of Lama, knew the local presence, he was just 16 years old this year, on the birthday, told the secret, but he never once went to see.

only July of each year into the mountains, trek a month's time, to reach that place. The shadows are buried deep within the ice, the masters will go once every ten years, he did not know to do. Arrive at the place of the route,Only the wisdom of teachers are eligible to know.

ten years ago, the guru in, bring out a frozen corpse. He was only 6 years old, he clearly remembered, that woman. He heard the masters of the dialogue, the woman, is not dead, but is not alive.

she was placed in a room, a small Lama only know that she is a beautiful woman, was very white, unlike the Tibetan complexion, she was carried on felt respectfully transported into the room, the whole process of her was like to sleep in the past, haven't budged.

the room, then no one had seen in.

until nine years later,Zhang Qiling came to the temple, he said that a woman's appearance.

but masters did not let him see that woman.

one master spoke to let Zhang Qiling stay here for a year's words: you like a stone like, see and not see, there is no difference between the.

3

"since you came here, to find this woman called Padma, so your heart should be thinking, why do you now what all carved out?" Small Lama after the morning program, ask Zhang Qiling was having a nap.

Zhang Qiling sitting in the courtyard, dug their own under the rubble in a large stone. There is no answer.

Small Lama has his habit of this reaction, himself said: "are you from what place, have the idea to come here. You are in what place, starts to want to ah. How can you say you are a stone? The masters of the idea, really want to do not understand."

Zhang Qiling looked at him, not to say yes or no.

he took a bite and Zanba, put things aside carefully wrap, continue to start banging rocks.

small Lama continued to look at him, while a blue robed Tibetan came to him.

this person is the temple please craftsmen, artisans blue robe is the best, they were transferred to the ninth generation,Skills are still good. The craftsman patted the little lama shoulder, let him not to bother Zhang Qiling.

"he is aimless walk here, and then suddenly out of that name." The artisan told the little Lama: "he doesn't even know it was a name."

"you how again to the temple. Here where there is bad? Or the mountain and stone fell down."

craftsman said softly: "teacher let me rest, behind the house beams and the stove."

"which room?"

artisans looked at Zhang Qiling, small Lama will understand. He had some doubts, "the teacher finally admitted that he was thinking?"

He carved out of looking at Zhang Qiling, the strange shape of irregular shape and has just begun, this time a year ago, it seems no any difference.

craftsmen pointed to the ground, the midday sun, small Lama saw Zhang Qiling carved a piece of strange stone shadow, the shadow is actually a human shape, as Zhang Qiling was sitting on a stone sitting. He must be the day break, and looked at his own shadow, and then follow the first chisel shadow begins.

small Lama smiled, his heart for kylin happy.

how "you repair the Buddha?" The craftsman seems to be some regrets, he asked the little lama?

Small Lama hey hey smiled, no response. Artisans continued: "a lot of people are saying, the girl most beginning is not the heart, so who can hurt them, so the devil sent the boy, handsome men chase them heart, when they have a heart, the world everything to hurt them. So we make a person heart, perhaps to better able to hurt him."

4

that evening, Zhang Qiling was brought to the closure of the ten years of the room, saw her mother.

for that time of he, all still too and promoting,And so that he could not understand.

PEMA does not fully awake, when the hidden sea of flowers fade resistance, she really from the death, only three days time. However she this three days, has been a long time.

Zhang Qiling did not get any information from the mouth of the white ma.

he didn't even hear his mother call myself even a sound.

he did not feel, others have said, mother bring him, for this world a link.

he only feel, is the mother slowly restore breathing, pale face recover only a slight redness of the skin, and the instant steering barren.

it all,Still too and promoting.

PEMA know all this?

as she promised, she woke up from a long sleep, have lost any chance to open my eyes. But she knew, when the monks in accordance with the agreed to let her wake up, her son by her side.

it must be a true to life of children, perception of worldly the passions, she could feel the warmth of the son. His breathing, his heart, he really came.

she exhausted all the way, only to fight for their own three days this time, though not enough, not enough, she wanted to see all the fragments of the growth of children, all moments.However, the three day, the silent, only the sound of heartbeat and breathing for three days, was all she could do.

Zhang Qiling clinging to her mother's hand, he did not know why he has to do so, he felt all this, still too soon.

Zhang Qiling clinging to her mother's hand, he did not know why he has to do so, but he felt never mood, he felt himself caught the human world of the last trace of traces of its own, the last trace of yourself to think about something.

no one into the room, without any sound into the room.

three days of silence.

"you cannot be a stone,Let your mother, I can't feel you there." A year ago, the master and he said: "you must learn to think, to miss, your mother gave you the first thing is the last gift, will you be those who shelter heart."

5

after three days, Zhang Qiling came to the front of the stone, he picked up the habit of chisels, began to pick up. He didn't know his chisel

this thing, what is the purpose of.

he made a few, suddenly found himself in the hands of the chisel, aware of what they were doing. Almost at the same time, the heart of a difficult to resist the pain, welled up in his heart.

the snow,He sat down, curled up into a ball.