The name "Yushu" is transliterated in Tibetan, which means "ruins". In the past, because of the high altitude and few plants, people also called it a place where trees are as expensive as jade. Impression of CCTV3 China program: four episodes of Impression of Yushu, written by Zhu Hong Yao Xue, one of the feature films of TV prose series Impression of Yushu, silent manifold [video] CCTV3 Author: Yao Xue Zhu Hong The manifold on the earth makes the seemingly heavy snow-capped mountains on the earth no longer shake, only the prayer flags and the wind take away everyone's troubles, and a newly placed stone represents me. Join the starry sky near all beings. You can't tell whether it is crawling or flying. The snowy mountain is very cold, and my heart is very hot. When I stand with any Mani pile, it is equivalent to standing in the middle of the earth, just gently putting a stone on it but gaining the strength to move on. People living in cities often feel nothing when they see stones. Stone is too common, lying at the foot of a tall building, has become a hard cornerstone; Or embedded in the lush green grass, paving a winding path; Even sleeping at the bottom of the fish tank has become a pure decoration. But in my memory, there are different stones. Not just me. Anyone who comes out of my hometown will have extraordinary feelings for that extraordinary stone. That's Mani Si Tong. At present, the largest Manidui in the world is in my hometown Yushu Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture, Qinghai. My hometown, Yushu, is known as the famous mountain, the river source, the hometown of yak and the hometown of singing and dancing. The name "Yushu" is transliterated in Tibetan, which means "ruins". In the past, because of the high altitude and few plants, people also called it a place where trees are as expensive as jade. Growing up, I have been living in this place full of aura. I grew up on the colorful Yushu grassland, in rough and prosperous songs and dances, under the holy and lofty snow-capped mountains, and beside the starlight butter lamps. The Manidui in Xinzhai is a symbol that has been extended to my life since I can remember. That stone is very old. According to legend, this Manidui was founded by the first monk living Buddha in Tibetan Buddhism, which has been more than 300 years. After more than 300 years of accumulation, today, a four-meter-high mani pile is formed, covering an area larger than a football field. Pieces of Mani stones of different sizes are piled with 300 years of wind and frost, 300 years of stories and 300 years of faith. That stone is so beautiful. Carved with six-character mantra, or Buddha statue, or auspicious words. Generation after generation of stone carving artists, chanting the six-character mantra over and over again, piously carved a stroke on the stone. The gray Mani stone was carved into their pious hearts, inlaid with exquisite colors, turned into a stone carving library, turned into one blessing after another, and turned into a unique Tibetan stone carving art. That stone has memories. In the eyes of stone carving artists, even the most common stones are full of spirituality. Carved with words and images, Mani's poems have memories, remembering the storms of this life, remembering the joys and sorrows of this moment, and remembering the pursuit, ideals, feelings and hopes of this generation. It is said that there are 2.5 billion Mani stones on this Mani pile. No one can really count how many stones there are on it. When you face this huge Mani pile, you will inevitably feel a lot. Every stone is a heartfelt prayer of believers. Every stone is a blessing. In 300 years, 2.5 billion pieces, countless hands touched these stones, countless foreheads kissed these stones, countless pairs of eyes stared at these stones, and countless hearts were buried in these stones. Many years ago, with pious feelings, I also put a Mani stone engraved with blessings on this Mani heap. That year, I left my hometown and went to Xining to learn dance. For a girl who has never walked out of Yushu, the future is so confusing for me. Yushu grassland in August is full of flowers and clouds, but what is on the other side of the grassland? In Yushu, it is natural to sing and dance-you can sing when you talk and dance when you walk. How much will the dance I want to learn change me? I was silent in front of mani pile. Manidui was also silent. She listened to my heart quietly. She has seen too many worldly doubts. She never answers, but quietly collects. I took my Mani stone and heard her blessing to me. On that day, I stood in front of Manidui from afternoon to dusk and left with tears in my eyes. The evening breeze blew through my ears, as if she were responding to me. This is the first time I have returned to Yushu after ten years. In the past ten years, Manidui has often appeared in my dreams. That beautiful and ancient memory. She spoke to me in a gentle voice, though she remained silent. She warms my heart when I first arrived in a foreign land, soothes my pain caused by love, moistens my homesick eyes, and looms in my agile dance steps. Yushu is in my heart and becomes a big Mani stone. It is engraved with my nationality, my childhood and adolescence, my hometown and relatives. Manite immersed in the river is called water manite. Running water caresses the scriptures carved on the stone, as if reciting the true scriptures over and over again. Even the sound of water becomes sacred. In the dream of a foreign land, I will also recall the sound of running water in my ear. That was Yushu. The reflection cast by the clear water, like two me, is reunited by the mirror of time. I once chatted with a stone carving artist. They say that just like a beautiful person, the scriptures carved on Mani stone must be exquisite and beautiful. Endless stones come from the gift of heaven and are spiritual. It is a great honor to carve scriptures on such a stone. We must make them as perfect as possible, because we are praying for others as well as ourselves. The moment I left Manidui ten years ago, I remembered what they said. They are my folks, who have lived in Yushu for generations and carved Mani stone for a living. They never had a chance to walk out of Yushu like me and see the outside world, but they realized a simple truth in this engraving again and again. Life is like a Mani heap, and every experience is like engraving on Mani stone. Every stroke should be as perfect as possible, because life is like a carved Mani stone, which cannot be changed once carved, and once carved, it becomes history. Therefore, every gift should be written with heart. This is the shelter that Manidui gave me. She calmed me down, made me brave, and made me write my life wholeheartedly. The prayer wheel of Jiegu Temple turns year after year. Yesterday, today, past and future, past lives, as if in this prayer wheel engraved with the image of Tibet's eight treasures, hurried by. The breeze is blowing and the flag is hunting. This scene that called me countless times in my dream is now close at hand. Women in the distance kowtow to the invisible god and pray for happiness. Lama dressed in crimson, sitting on the hillside, blowing snails. Things have changed, but this figure and piety have not changed. I push the prayer wheel hard, just like pushing open the door of memory. In this slow rotation, I want to talk to the inexperienced little girl ten years ago. Ten years ago, she was a child. Ten years later, I am a returnee. Ten years ago, she was full of fantasies. Ten years later, I know how to live. 10 years ago, she was disappointed because she was leaving home; Ten years later, I felt guilty for not coming home for so long. I'm back, Yushu. In front of Manidui, in Jiegu Temple, I meditated on this sentence. When I left home ten years ago, I could only speak a few words of Chinese. Now, I am familiar with Chinese. Yu Guangzhong's poem says that homesickness is a boat ticket. For me, homesickness is a Mani stone, an ancient prayer wheel, and a colorful prayer flag fluttering in the wind. Homesickness is the long sound of snails in the distance, the golden silhouette of an ancient temple in the sunset, and an endless journey, praying for the best results.