Would like to Tibet, think crazy, a little bit of news about Tibet, I would be emotionally. Tibet, like my dreams I was fascinated, so I am not relieved.
Harboring a hope that a feeling of a dream, set foot on the East to go away. Tibet, I came.
Aircraft constantly change the time delay is the delay. To Da Xining has already dark, and to find out who is already 12 o'clock midnight, and the faithful group have been ready for my homes. A brief introduction to dispel all my doubts, I have great confidence in and enthusiasm for the team. One of my famous in the whole journey has been confirmed once again: those who love nature and that they are good people feel benevolent thoughts.
Our journey started from Xining. By Qinghai, of course, must take part in the Tar Monastery. Tar in Huangzhong County, away from Xining City is only an hour's journey, Temple is surrounded by eight peaks sit the same way as the lotus opened, Tar sit the middle falls. Monastery according to ups and downs throughout the mountains, magnificent, awe-inspiring. Xining's friends early on good guide for us as well as in charge of receiving one of our young monks, in accordance with the rules of Tibetan Buddhism, we are in the Tar Monastery in a clockwise turn with. For my understanding of Tibetan Buddhism in a book which is only little (giggle, there is no finish), I told the team behind, watching the face of approaching Lama, looked around in the past the police, as well as a gold and silver decorative The Tibetans, and the loss of visitors, like me, I am interested in them even if strong than Tar. You see the fellow out the travel notebook constantly keep in mind that I would die quickly pretend to do a little plot in mind, and now my notebook that I can understand it was only the following three points:
1, Tar have Ruin: murals, Duixiu, butter.
2, a master Tsongkhapa, founder of the Yellow Sect has three iconic accessories: hats, swords, and scriptures.
3, the current master Tsongkhapa Buddha is handed down come.
However, that butter is really very beautiful, very realistic, three-dimensional feeling exceptionally strong. It is reported to be carved out of butter so soft flowers, must be completed in the winter of -20 degrees below. Tar specialized training for a group of artists such as lamas, butter sculpture, a year in order to complete the task, there must be a lot of monks have been nipped artists hands. These butter right now are equipped with air-conditioned places.
Come out from the hall, I go to the bathroom and saw a roadside stand to wear a red Peugeot lama little boy clothes, bright eyes, long eyelashes, red-scarred pairs of places, I saw his hands holding a yellow plastic bag , which vaguely appears to be the book and the like, stood around a big suitcase. I told him had a strong interest in Qinghai, I can not understand how there will be such a handsome boy. I have dedicated attention to boys hung his head, I stood in front of him, lured him to speak, he is ignored me. I said: I will give you taking pictures like you? He smiled, revealing white teeth, a flash, I pressed the shutter, with the one I am very proud of the work. Perhaps I touched him kindly, perhaps the smiling faces of my infected him, and he is not fluent in Chinese told me that he came to school, he is only 13 years old, is a Tibetan. I do not understand how can we go to school here, and ran back to ask tour guides. Tour guide told me that Tar is not only China's Tibetan Buddhism Holy Land, but also to create a large number of Tibetan intellectuals and institutions of higher learning is one. Temple with Hin-Chung, Tantric, astronomy, medicine four major colleges, so when I came Tar school is not only an honor, but also an experience of self-cultivation.
After visiting the Tar, and we want to see the Buddha.
In the Tar opposite a small earth hill, green land planted with trees, some inconspicuous farm falls among the small garden sit. We visited a small lama accompanied us along with a meandering paths climb the stairs, a number of wearing Han-packs Tibetan Tantoutannao looked at us. In a low curtain shabby manner, we were told to wait. Small lamas go, and we twitter to spoke words of disrespect each other jokes with each other, not taking into account the environment and occasion. Small lamas came out, I heard coughing, so that every one of us had become deferential.
This is a square of the small courtyard, the door to the left are two 90-degree small mud house, the rest of the local planted flowers. Flowers stood on the stage next to butter and honey, attracting countless small bees flying in the yard. Allegedly, it is Letting Them Go. We are standing in the doorway, finishing a good clothes, hands and a Hada, waiting. Room, recitation sound, we know, the Living Buddha to pray for our keepsake, spreading Na. We dare not be a joke, and silently looked at each other, I am conscious of the audience lined up the ranks. Recitation stopped, small lamas came out, made a request of the gesture, and we had the door by pressing the order. My turn, I learned in front of a human form, hands and the Hada, hunched into a. This is how small a room Yeah, the whole area is less than 10 square meters, the edge of the window with a puzzle as we northerners like kang, kang in the middle stood a table, the table filled with books, a kind of elderly people sitting next to the table. My hands palms up, high over his head to the Hada deeply bowed. Living Buddha took a silk scarf, mouth mutter prayers, their hands lifted a book, in my head gently a knock, and then put Hada hanging around my neck, I stood behind the back. All of them have been blessed after the Buddha Youji each of us had presented the candy.
Withdrew from the Living Buddha of the house, I took a sugar on the mouth, the rest are carefully into his pocket (I'll take them back home for her daughter to eat), again in the hands of his friends had been air-dried The snack of the gun over, put his mouth and slowly chewed, I think I ate so many things Living Buddha, I will certainly everything peaceful. Travel faithful eating candy and snacks, happily left.
By the way, the living Buddha is called the central cases Gyatso, has 80-year-old, is a post-doctoral. The little monk was his student, a graduate student at the time.
Author: shw2856
