Tibet—A Soul Tied on a Leather Knot
Zhaxi Dawa
Rustler
Chayang Shiri
The Beggar
Yeshie Dainzin
A Tale in the Fall
Jigme Puncha
Three Methods of Making Kites
Ma Yuan
The Story of Wednesday
Serpo
Celestial Burial Career
To ngkar
Canvas without Oil
Ziwen
Nonsexual God
Yamzin
Yamzhong of Shigar Village
Nyima Pamdo
You're Also Called Droma
Zamzowen
Peeping at the Holy River
Ranchipei
A Sheep Released
Tsering Norbu
Crops Untouched by Dew
Tsering Yangkyi
A Better Weather Tomorrow
Zhaxi Bandian
Where could the beggar go? He came to mind when I was herding.I wondered if I would run into him again, because there were only eleven households in our village and most were very poor.My mistress was one of the wealthiest in the neighborhood.
The beggar did not show up in the next two days and I thought he had left for somewhere else.Surprisingly he came back to the haystack on the third night.I saw it as a great opportunity to know him better.His name was Toinzhub and he came from Xigaze.He used to work for a lord and was once assigned to work in Lhasa.Falling in love with a young woman from Barkor Street, he refused to go back to Xigaze, hoping that he could live a free and happy life in Lhasa.Unfortunately, he was found out by a leading official of the lord, who called up a group of men and they almost beat him to death.He shared his personal experience with me not out of any trust and fondness for me.In fact, he was so depressed and gloomy His eyes were dreamy though not blank, and I guessed he had drunk some barley wine.It was obvious to me that he had experienced something unpleasant.At last, he lay down.After placing some hay on himself, he closed his eyes.Suddenly he raised his head as if he had something important to share with me.He rested on his elbow and said to me: "There comes the 'Four Rivers and Six Mountain Ranges'!" (Which refers to the rebels' backbone force).