Story 108: Lesang Lodrup and Tsering Gyem Folktales

Lesang Lodrup and Tsering Gyem

Author: Anonymous

Starting from Lhasa and walking westward along the Duilong River, you will see two tall black stone mountains sandwiched between a large expanse of green trees in less than a day’s work. From among the green trees, a very old Tibetan-style tall building protrudes. This is the Duilong Langzexi card. (Langze Xika: About 30 kilometers northwest of Lhasa, it is now the Gachong Commune of Doirungdeqen County.)

Legend has it that hundreds of years ago, there was a young man named Lesang Lodhu in Xika. His father died a long time ago, and he grew and grew quietly behind his mother’s belt. No one paid attention to this little guy, he was just like a weed on the roadside. (Nazha grass: common weed.)

Suddenly one day, the villagers said that he had grown up. He has grown as tall as a pillar in Xika, as beautiful as a dream flower, and has grown into a man who wants a wife. There are as many young men as there are stones on the river beach, but no one can compare with him. Some have his appearance, but not his figure; some have his figure, but do not have his character.

At this time, Lesang Lodhu’s house became lively. When the sun rises, matchmakers come one after another and their words are sweeter than their songs; when the moon rises, girls come to woo them one after another and their songs are sweeter than honey. However, Le Sang Luozhu’s heart was like a sea covered with ice and snow, unable to stir up any waves. Grandma is such a lifeblood and worries about his marriage all the time. Instead, Lesang Lodro persuaded her mother like this:

Sweet peaches on the tree,
When ripe, it will naturally fall to the ground;
When the fruit is not yet ripe,
What’s the use of throwing stones?

Once, my mother said to Lesang Lodro: “Son, when your father was dying, he made three wishes to the gods and Buddhas. One was to paint the golden body of Sakyamuni in the Jokhang Temple; the second was to Offering pieces of jade to the goddess Bailam (Bailam: Auspicious Heavenly Mother) of the Jokhang Temple; the third pile is to offer fragrant tea to the lamas of the three major temples (the three major temples: Ganden, Drepung and Sera). Now that you have grown up, you should complete this meritorious deed.”

“Don’t worry, Mom, I’ll just do it!” Lesang Luozhu obeyed her mother’s instructions. The next day, before dawn, she took out her beloved snow-white horse from the stable and the green horse from the mule shed. Walking mule. On the back of the mule, with tea leaves on the left, butter on the right, and gold powder and jade flakes in the middle, we set off early for Lhasa.

As the young man hurried on, he looked left and right. The Duilong River Valley in summer is more beautiful than the paradise in Tangga Buddhist paintings. The flowing water laughs at your feet, and the snowy peaks greet you on both sides. In the green highland barley fields, butterflies were flying, skylarks were chirping, and the men and women weeding were singing labor songs. The singing almost lifted the young man and his horse into the sky.

In less than half a day, Lesang Luozhu arrived at Jiangdui. Suddenly, a girl walked out of the highland barley field, stopped his horse’s head, and presented a bunch of fresh and tender wheat seedlings in front of him. He also sang like this in a nice tune:

Guests on horseback,
Please stop!
Please give me this bunch of wheat seedlings,
Take him to the sacred city of Lhasa.
This is something no insect has ever bitten,
Such hail has never struck before,
This has never been touched by a sickle,
It embodies the heart of the hoeer.
Please give it to a hundred girls on the left,
Give a little tea as a reward;
Please give it to a hundred young people on the right,
Reward a little wine money.

Lesang Luozhu reached out to pick up the wheat seedlings and was stunned for a moment. It looks like a piece of wood standing on the back of a horse. Since he was born in his mother’s belly, he has never seen such a gentle and lovely girl. The more the young man watched, the more he liked it, and the more he watched, the more stupid he became. He also forgot to pick up the wheat seedlings, forget to pick up Ge’er, forget to pay for tea and wine, and forgot to pick up the riding whip when it fell on the ground.

The girl picked up the riding whip for him, and the young man saw a small bronze mirror with a love letter pinned to the girl’s right lapel. Before he could think about it, he reached out and took off the bronze mirror. Before he could kick his feet, the snow-white horse seemed to have wings and flew dozens of feet away.

It turns out that there is an ancient custom in Jiangdui called “Youlang” (Longlang: You, Tibetan means weeding; Lang, means asking for rewards, that is, asking for rewards when weeding). During the season, the workers recommend a girl to offer a handful of wheat seedlings to the passing merchants as a token of blessing; the merchants will give some tea or money and gifts in return to express their condolences. Today, the person asking for “Yurang” from Lesang Lodrup is a Chaba’s daughter named Jiangdui Tsering Jim.

Tsering Gyom “Yurang” did not arrive, and even the life mirror was lost. I felt very uncomfortable and cried while returning to where I was working. Some of the one hundred girls on the left were telling her weird things; some of the one hundred young men on the right were spitting on her. Tsering Gyem quickly took off the coral beads from his wrists and gave them to them one by one, begging them to shut up like the Bodhisattvas in the temple and never tell their parents.

One hundred and eight rosary beads were divided, except for an old nun with a flat mouth. She excused herself to pee and walked right and left to Tsering Jim’s house, croaking and talking a lot, like an old hen that had just laid eggs.

When my father heard this, he was so angry that there was fire in his stomach; when my mother heard this, she was so angry that smoke came out of her mouth. The bronze mirror is a magic weapon for girls to protect themselves. When they were young, they used it to drive away ghosts, and when they grew up, they used it to make love. It has always been the case that people never leave the mirror, and the mirror never leaves people. My shameless daughter gave it to a man passing by today, what a shame!

In the evening, Tsering Jim came back from work. There was no bronze mirror on his clothes. My mother and father started questioning him like this:

When it comes to eyeballs,
The bronze mirror is the eyeball;
Speaking of lifeblood,
Bronze mirror is the lifeblood.
Poor Tsering Jim,
Who was given the bronze mirror of life?
Don’t say bad things. The bronze mirror is broken,
What’s wrong?
Don’t say it’s lost. The bronze mirror is lost,
Where to throw it?

Tsering Jim did not dare to tell the truth, so he lied like this:

Please listen to it,
Strict father and father, listen!
Please listen to it,
Dear mother, listen!
The bronze mirror was not lost;
The bronze mirror is not broken either.
The bronze mirror is placed in the box
The box is stored at the female companion’s house;
There’s a lock on the box,
The key hung at her waist.

When her parents saw her lying, they decided that their daughter had done something shameful. Her mother scolded her for a long time, and her father beat her. Ask her to take off her new Tibetan robe and give her a tattered shirt; ask her to take off her silk belt and give her a cow hair rope; ask her to take off her floral apron and give her a piece of sack; ask her to hand over seven-color boots and give her a pair of shoes without soles. . During the day, she was forced to herd donkeys in the mountains and fields; at night, she was made to sleep in the donkey pen.

Tsering Jim scolded the young man riding the white horse in his heart, and looked forward to the young man riding the white horse. For three days, he did not come; for five days, he did not come; on the morning of the seventh day, the young man rode a snow-white horse and drove a big green mule, and came from Lhasa with the first ray of sunshine on the snow-capped mountains.

The girl quickly came down from the mountain, stopped the horse’s head and sang like this:

Stop it quickly, stop it,
You cruel guest!
Quickly take away the protective bronze mirror,
Give this poor girl back!

Lesang Luozhu quickly dismounted, took out four bricks of tea from the horse sack on the left and gave them to the girl who was weeding; he took out ten taels of Tibetan silver from the horse sack on the right and gave them to the young man who was weeding. Then he took off a bundle from his back, which contained new Tibetan robes, new Tibetan boots, and new jewelry. He gave it to Tsering Jim and sang in a beautiful tune:

Please don’t be sad,
The kind-hearted girl from Jiangdui!
My name is Lesang Lodrup,
Langzexika is my hometown.
Clothes, tattered clothes,
Please take it off quickly!
Here are satin Tibetan robes,
Please wear it on your slim body.
Belt, belt of cow hair rope,
Please untie it quickly!
There are colorful silk ribbons here,
Please tie it around your slender waist.
Apron, sack piece apron,
Please throw it into the ditch quickly!
Here is the “bangdian” of silk thread (bangdian: apron.)
Please tie it in front of your charming body.
boots, boots without soles
Please throw it away quickly!
There are seven-color “Sumba” here, (Sumba: a type of hidden boots.)
Please put on your cute little feet.
Bronze mirror, silver bronze mirror,
Please give it to me, the young man!
Goddess Bailam gave me a dream,
He said that we were already destined to be married.

At this time, Tsering Jim knew that he had met the famous Langze Lesang Lodro. When happiness comes to you, can you still push it away with your hands? When the baby is in the house, can he still kick it out with his feet? Lesang Lodup put his hand on his horse, and Tsering Gyem jumped behind his horse, hugging his waist with both hands, and laughed all the way back to Langze Xika.

Lesang Lodrup jumped off his horse at the door and sang a song to report the good news:

When leaving, there was only one,
I had a pair when I returned;
The auspicious goddess Bailam,
Send a good girl.
Grandma, poor grandma,
Now I have a good helper!
Son, poor son,
From now on, we have a good partner!

The old lady came down from upstairs and took Tsering Jim inside. Let her sit in the house for fear of freezing, and sit outside for fear of being exposed to the sun. I want to hold her in my mouth, just like an old sparrow takes care of its young. The nearby villagers, the rich ones brought gifts, and the poor ones brought songs. The old grandmother, who had not used her singing voice for fifteen years, sang and danced with indescribable joy:

Look, folks, come and see!
Look at my daughter-in-law Tsering Jim!
Look at her beautiful face,
Does it look like a fairy who just came down to earth?
Look at the way she walks,
Does it look like a peacock among flowers?
Look at her charming singing voice,
Does it look like a cuckoo in spring?
She is the jewel in my heart,
She is my own flesh and blood.

The wedding was still being held in a lively manner, when suddenly came the order from A Zheng, the headwoman of Liuwuzong (Liuwuzong: on the south bank of the Lhasa River.): One day today, two days tomorrow, and when the sun rises over the snow-capped mountains the day after tomorrow, all The young men of Liuwuzong, whether married or unmarried, with or without children, walking or standing, all gathered in front of the fort for horse racing and archery competitions. She wants to choose one of them to be her husband.

A Zheng is a eccentric, powerful female head who can cover the sky above the Lhasa River with her hand. She stamped her feet in Liuwubao Village, not to mention the small Langze Xika that was about to collapse, even the Lhasa city tower was shaking three times. Every three years, she chooses a beautiful young man to be her husband. This year, I wonder which head the bad luck will fall on?

It’s water, always flowing under the bridge. Even though Le Sang Luozhu was reluctant to go, there was no way he could not go! He rode a lame old horse, brought an old bow with a broken string, and inserted a few bare arrows made of broom straw. When horse racing, people rush forward, and he follows slowly behind; when archery, when people shoot at the target, his arrow lands in front of his feet.

The headwoman sitting on the nine-story castle only had her eye on Langzelle Sang Luozhu. She took out a “Dada” decorated with colorful silk. (Dada: an arrow of authority.)

He inserted himself into Lesang Luozhu, and announced in a voice that sounded like a she-wolf howling: “I don’t want the rider with the best riding skills, I want the rider with the worst riding skills; I don’t want the one with the best archery skills. Archer, I want the archer with the worst archery skills. Young man Lesang Lodro, you are my husband, come and get married in three days!”

Lesang Luozhu pulled out the “Dada”, held it in both hands and gave it back to the female head, and sang sadly:

Please listen to it,
The noble female head A Zheng:
I am not a single man,
I am a man with a wife.
Please have mercy on my newly married wife,
I am not a young man without a home,
I am a man with an old mother,
Please have mercy on my dying mother!

However, no one answered the “Dada” call, and no one listened to the plea. Lesang Luozhu looked up and saw that the female head A Zheng had walked away with a smile. He seemed to see the sky falling,

The ground sank, and the snow-capped mountains fell towards him. His eyes darkened, and he fell on the racecourse.

When the sun set, Lesang Lodro finally returned to Langzelangka. Did he crawl back? Or walked back? Or was it carried back by the old horse? The young man himself doesn’t know. Tsering Jim happily ran out to greet him. When he saw his husband, he looked like a dead man escaping from a sky burial ground. He was so frightened that he dropped the wine bottle on the stone slab. There are still traces of it now. The food box fell from his hand, and the rock candies and fruits were removed. land. She sang:

Please listen to it,
Agole Sang Lodro!
Early in the morning you set out on horseback,
The face is like the morning glow on the snow-capped mountains;
Why do you come back at night?
Looking uglier than a dead person?
Did you have an emergency?
Did you get into some serious trouble?
It’s the terrible witch A Zheng,
Any punishment for you?

Lesang Luozhu was afraid that his wife would be sad, so he concealed the true feelings of the horse racing meeting and replied: “I am not seriously ill, I am just tired from the horse racing; nothing happened, I was just in a hurry on my way.”

The next morning, a string of urging horse bells rang downstairs, and a messenger with a white robe and a white horse handed him a letter as big as an apron, urging him to get married quickly. Lesang Luozhu didn’t dare to look at it and secretly stuffed it under the card cushion.

At noon, another string of bells and bells rang downstairs, and a messenger with a yellow robe and a yellow horse handed him a letter as thick as his palm, urging him to get married quickly. Lesang Luozhu didn’t dare to look at it and secretly stuffed it under the card cushion.

At night, A Zheng, a female leader wearing a black robe and a black horse, broke in with her male and female attendants. She said to Lesang Lodrup’s mother: “Build a good temple to offer sacrifices to the gods and Buddhas, and give birth to a good son to dedicate your head to. I’ve taken your Lesang Lodup away. Don’t shed tears. You should be happy!” She told Tsering Jim again. He said: “There are many good horses in the Tibetan grassland, and there are many good men in the land. I have taken away your Lesang Luozhu. If you want a husband, you can find a way to find one.” After saying that, he waved his hand and asked the housekeeper Somaran. Guo called the attendants and caught Lesang Luozhu away like a hawk catching a dove.

However, A Zheng, the female-headed man, wants to get the young man’s body, but not his heart. She thought of 3618 ideas, but she couldn’t make him obey, so she locked him up in the dark castle. Lesang Luozhu pretended to be sick one day and sick tomorrow. His body was as thin as firewood and his face was as yellow as a withered leaf. He asked to meet the mother who gave birth to him and raised him before going to the celestial burial ground. The female headman refused to agree at all: some servants secretly helped, saying: “It’s okay to let him go back. If he dies in the fortress, it will harm your reputation, the female headman.”

A Zheng promised him to go for three days. Lesang Luozhu was happy in her heart but pretended to be in pain on her face. He came down from the upper floor of the castle, went down the stone steps, and swore a curse: “I won’t step on you whether alive or dead in this life!” “I won’t step on you when I turn into a cat or a dog in the next life!”

The black-hearted Somaranguo is a bad guy who has nine iron locks on his mouth and still stirs up trouble. She hid under the steps and eavesdropped on Lesang Lodhu’s words, and ran to report it. A Zheng called the butcher, killed a big ox, and forced Le Sang Luozhu to swear on the wet cow hide and hot cow blood: He would not talk to or sleep with his wife when he returned home. If you break your oath, you will be struck by lightning and your body will be torn apart like this cow, with blood splattering everywhere.

Besides, poor Tsering Jim, since her husband was snatched away by a female-headed man, she has not combed her hair or washed her face. She climbs to the roof every day and looks in the direction of Liuwubao Village. She looked from summer to autumn, and from autumn to winter. There is still a pit where she stood; the tears she shed even penetrated the stones. Really:

A loving husband,
I waited day and night and never came back;
Thoughts that are close to my heart,
They can’t be separated even with a knife or an ax.

When spring came the next year, Tsering Gyem finally brought Lesang Lodro back. The neighbors are happy, my grandmother is happy, and Tsering Jim is even happier. However, he would not drink tea when a girl poured it for him, not taste it when she poured wine for him, ignore her words when she talked to him, and stay away from her when she was affectionate with him. Tsering Ghim was disappointed, Tsering Ghim was sad. Tears poured into my stomach, and I sang a sad song to myself:

The husband I miss day and night,
As merciless as hail;
The female devil of Liuwubao Village,
It took away his heart of gold.

Tsering Gyem packed up a small package as big as a pigeon and cried to go back to his parents. The old mother tried to block and persuade, but she could not stop Tsering Jim’s determination. Lesang Luozhu still remained silent and laid out four things: a bowl of milk, a sharp arrow, an iron lock, and a pair of bronze mirrors. When the girl saw it, she understood everything in her heart. Seeing these four things is like hearing my husband’s heart:,

Pure heart or not,
Look at the pure white milk;
If you are upright or not,
Look at the upright arrow shaft;
Whether the body is firm or not,
Look at the lock spring of the iron lock;
The affection is sincere or not,
Please think about the origin of bronze mirrors.

Lesang Lodro glanced at the girl and then went out towards Lhasa; Tsering Gyem understood what he meant and followed him closely. One of them takes the left path, and the other takes the right path; if you are fast, he will be fast, and if you are slow, he will be slow; if you cry, he will cry, and if you laugh, he will laugh. He didn’t get close to anyone, didn’t talk to anyone, and walked all the way to Lhasa City, turned around Bajiao Street, and walked into the Jokhang Temple.

Only then did Lesang Lodup get rid of the curse in front of the goddess Bailam and sit with Tsering Jim. Settled down in Lhasa city. Grandma secretly sent some money and food, and her life was very satisfying.

A Zheng, the headwoman, heard that Lesang Luozhu had escaped and was so angry that she beat up all her servants. He sent many scoundrels to search here and there, but they couldn’t find anyone, not even a shadow. Three years later, someone saw him and Tsering Gyem on Bajiao Street in Lhasa, with a two or three-year-old son at their feet. Ah Zheng gritted his teeth and vowed to kill Lesang Luozhu’s family with his own hands. Somaran said with a smile: “Leave this little thing to me!”

Somaranguo wrapped his ugly head in an apron and squatted under the prayer pagoda in Galingusue, Baljia Street. , shouting in a high voice again and again: “Eat the peach! Eat the peach! Liuwu’s pick is big and sweet!” When he saw the two or three-year-old little guy, he shook his head and said: “My child is obedient, my child is good, you ah What’s dad’s name? What’s grandma’s name?

You can tell, eating peaches costs nothing.” When the little guys heard that he was the housekeeper of the female-headed man A Zheng, they all ran away in fear, except for the youngest one. , patted his little chest and said, “What are you afraid of! I won’t run away. My father’s name is Lesang Lodro, and my mother’s name is Tsering Gem. How about it?”

Somaran smiled so hard that his mouth was connected to his ears. She took the bastard with her, secretly followed the little boy, and found Lesang Lodro’s house in a roundabout way. According to the instructions of the female head A Zheng, the family of three were wrapped in wet cowhide, tied tightly with cowhair ropes, and thrown into the Lhasa River. As soon as I threw it in, something unexpected happened.

There was thunder in the water, and golden light shot out from the river. Three eagles flew out of the golden light. The male eagle in the front was the incarnation of Lesang Lodrup; the female eagle in the back was the incarnation of Tsering Gyem; and the little eagle in the middle was the incarnation of their child. When Suomaran saw it, he was so frightened that he collapsed on the river embankment.

The three mountain eagles flew and flew until they reached Liuwubao Village. The cruel A Zheng is sitting on the top of the nine-story building, supervising the slaves to build a new building. As the little mountain eagle flew, it asked: “Dad, auntie” (la: an honorific, that is, father, aunt), can you fan her down? Should you fan her down?” The male mountain eagle flew and answered: ” Forget it? Forget it!” The female mountain eagle flew and shouted: “Kill her! Kill her!”

The little mountain eagle flapped its wings, and A Zheng rolled down from the top of the nine-story building. The stone hangs from the belly, and there are man-eating scorpions inside.

The three mountain eagles flew and flew straight to Langze Xika. They turned into human forms again and lived a happy and happy life together with their old grandmother.

The slaves in Liuwubao Village were as happy as if they were celebrating a festival when they saw the hateful female-headed man thrown to death. They dug a hole by the Lhasa River, buried the female-headed woman A Zheng, and nailed a poplar stake to the top so that she would never be able to stand up again.

Narration: Nima Penduo, Chengguan District, Shigatse, Gangzhuo, Jiexue Commune, Gongga County
Written by: Liao Dongfan
Recorded July 8, 1979
First organized in December 1979
Second compilation in February 1982

P.S.:

This story is widely circulated in Lhasa, Shikara, and Shannan. In addition to the two people mentioned above, we have also heard about Tsering Dhondup in Gurong District, Doulung Deqen County (the district where Langze Xika is located), and Gangba Commune in Gonggar County. Bazhu and many other people’s stories. Many narrators say that this is a true story that happened hundreds of years ago.

The narrator agrees that the Langze Xika in the story is Langze Village in Gachong Commune, Gurung District, Doilung Dechen County. People in the village can still take us to visit the remains said to be left by this young man and woman. They also agreed that the Liuwu Fort in the story is where the Liuwu District of Doirung Deqen County is now. The fort was destroyed by a flood.

There are many legends about the female-headed man A Zheng in this area. Some people say that every time there is a thunderstorm, A Zheng will step on Dongga Mountain and Liuwu Mountain and wash his hair in the Lhasa River; some people say that the tree at Liuwu Ferry The poplar tree is the stake where A Zheng’s body was nailed. The roots of the poplar tree extend into the Lhasa River, and A Zheng’s long hair is swinging there.

As for where Jiangdui is, the narrators have different opinions. Some people say that when they told stories by Yamdrok Lake, they called the girl “Yamdrok Tsering Jim”.
The next section A is Jiangcun, Qushui County. Tserington led a public food village in Doulungdeqinglu. If Lesang Lodhu’s family was in Langze Xika and he was going from Langze to Lhasa, the area around Oxue Village would be a must-pass.

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