When the coldest days of the year come, the nuns began the meditation in the small wooden houses in the mountains. 100 days later, it is still heavily snowing when they walk out.
There is no difference of the monastery in the Tibetan New Year as usual. The young nuns are kowtowing tirelessly. The path of dharma practice is so long and hard. An old nun was worried and said, The time of practice has passed for another year, but I still have no answer about where does "I" come from and where to go.
Buddhist scripts class up to 5 months, almost go through the whole long winter. Some nuns regretted the failure of their own exams. In the pith room in the snow, the dialogues between nuns and guru are full of Oriental wisdom, involve universe, life and death.
Many nuns have never went back to her faraway home. The celestial burial place is in rainstorm, and the crimson robes have turned into flying butterflies in the flames. Nobody can choose live or die, "everything we have suffered is to redeem the previous karma of all beings."