When it rains in Dharamsala . I always think about Tibet . I can see our family’s tibetan house. there are always a lot of happy laughs in it . behind the house is a snow mountain . before the house is a clear river. I left my home and came to India since many years ago . when I climbed over that snow mountain I was young ,but can I climb the same snow mountain back to Tibet at now ? can I find the same way leading me to my home ? can I still recognize my home after so many years of separation? . When it rains in Dharamsala I always heard a sound mixed in the raindrops . it seems so remote but still clear enough to listen . suddenly I understand it it’s the sound from Tibet calling me go home . ...... I stand up with a walking stick in my hand. open the door and walk into the rain. although I can’t see anything clearly through thick rain ,as long as I follow that sound I definitely can go home . I keep walking . I fell in the mud but try to stand up ,keep walking . I walk more and more slowly can't walk anymore only my soul keep moving forward with that sound . The rain stops . That sound disappears. A rainbow appears in the sky . One side of the rainbow is dharamsala The other side of the rainbow is Tibet I stand muddy under the rainbow with the walking stick, don’t know where to go .
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When it rains in Dharamsala .
I always think about Tibet .
I can see our family’s tibetan house.
there are always a lot of happy laughs in it .
behind the house is a snow mountain .
before the house is a clear river.
I left my home and came to India since many years ago .
when I climbed over that snow mountain I was young ,but can I climb the same snow mountain back to Tibet at now ?
can I find the same way leading me to my home ?
can I still recognize my home after so many years of separation? .
When it rains in Dharamsala
I always heard a sound mixed in the raindrops .
it seems so remote but still clear enough to listen .
suddenly I understand it
it’s the sound from Tibet calling me go home .
......
I stand up with a walking stick in my hand.
open the door and walk into the rain.
although I can’t see anything clearly through thick rain ,as long as I follow that sound I definitely can go home .
I keep walking .
I fell in the mud but try to stand up ,keep walking .
I walk more and more slowly
can't walk anymore
only my soul keep moving forward with that sound .
The rain stops .
That sound disappears.
A rainbow appears in the sky .
One side of the rainbow is dharamsala
The other side of the rainbow is Tibet
I stand muddy under the rainbow with the walking stick, don’t know where to go .