From the Qinghai-Tibet Highway to Lhasa, along the way of altitude sickness tortured himself to die as a general. Body could not move his head can not think, bad headache, when, even out rotor, called the companion to the stars behind the near painkillers were no fresh; because the nose and mouth, and space to breathe cold air directly attacking the throat, the throat was frozen Also like a fire, very eager to drink, even if only one. Water bottle lying on feet, straightened up, pleasant even reach for such a simple action can hardly seems beyond the bounds. I can only close your sensory system, try to make himself numb. If if really sleep ... ... a result, even sensational Tanggula pass it so unconsciously be confused with the past.
Only thing is clear, that is, read another student in their own plot of land, to the limit in this life, like dim, not being bit by bit, and I have to shorten the distance ... ... the evening at seven o'clock, the car suddenly Foreigners shouting "Butala ----", in the right front and saw the light of dusk in the towering Potala Palace! My eyes, on the ecstasy of this dream come true, the overflowing tears.
The next day, rest for a long time, so I refused to take a companion proposal to fully restored, and we went straight to Abdallah away. The Potala Palace must have thought that standing outside in urban areas, grasslands of the end of the foot of snow-capped mountains, as the same picture. Witnessed was disappointed to find that, due to the gradual westward urban development, today, Abdallah, has been marked the center of Lhasa. Moreover, as a large number of "well-known tourism nodes", she can not escape from the daily necessities, souvenirs, fruits, vegetables and small vendors of the entanglement. Abdallah still proudly majestic, sacred, but the land in which she was no longer quiet. This lively hubbub surrounded the Millennium Palace. We as-toting baggage in one hand and butter lamps, a hand turning the cylinder is far from the crowd near the recent pilgrimage into the small door. The face is a wide and a long row of stone steps, selling tickets located in the stone-grade wooden table, wooden table, a stack of copies of the information, thought it was accompanied with the introduction of ticket writing, asking for it to fetch ----
"Can not move. This is the secret." Very scared I sound harsh one. Looked up to see, that's what people are smiling face Italian. Oh, it was a private thing people. A period of rapid and then a slip of the text, on the mural areas. I deliberately said jokingly:
"No big deal it, not that on the ... ..." is took to read out, he grabbed the past.
"They could not see the confidential, never seen."
"Confidential misplacing things to do, and I have not seen before."
Everyone laughed.
We turned around, such as the pious pilgrims in general, began a one Dengbudala.
This maze of the Potala Palace, in the end the number of hidden art, religion, history, culture? This magnificent Potala Palace, and how people come from afar to step called a stop, step a praise? This is a general encyclopedia, such as the Potala Palace in Tibet, how to read, only read it thoroughly?
First to see the Dalai Lama on the roof of the pagoda of the golden dome, and then another line to go down to visit. There is a spacious front of the big house, rows of long strips of wood on a blue cushion paved the way for visitors to rest, take pictures, drink tea. This is said to house used to be placed offerings specifically designed for.
"Visitors to how well it?" I am appreciate the decoration around the gorgeous, there are two seconds to realize that these words are not told me. When I bow, when, sitting front of these people, lavender jacket coat, black hat and dark, under a thin face, brown color glasses, was not just that the "secrets" do?
"You will come up?" I have some accidents, "It's wonderful. ... ... But unfortunately you can only look skin, introduced and both are written in Tibetan language."
"It seems that you are the first time came. Come, join us to visit."
A knowledge and composure he has his own people will follow him. As a result, we can present in front of each statue, and all began with the name and origin; each side of wall paintings, have a plot and order; equipment and furnishings for every one, there is a story of ... ... his is not his right standards are also very fluent in Mandarin, unknowingly, has attracted a small group of people firmly followed, are, as I so love the people who do not know what yet.
"You see, everybody else thought you were the tour guide led the tour yet." I whispered to him that the heart is also pleased and thankful.
He does not take offense. Said, "I would have is the tour guide. Just do not work here, this time to study something." He Yangyang Shou in the "confidential", to be a grimace.
Well, this is a guide outside of work. He was so enthusiastic in whatever manner so serious as it was so detailed, it is far better than many of the responsibilities within the guide. And we only just knew a stranger. Bad ventured to ask him why he is willing to do duty tour guide, only when it is divine is our sincere extremely touched a certain gods, mission he came to reveal the Abdallah "confidential"; or whether he, as a ordinary Tibetan people, but is willing to learn more about the world the pride of their sacred?
The humor and kindness to guide good-bye, we stepped out of the Potala Palace, the heart silent recitation with the endless snowy plateau sixth mantra and pray the good life of peace.
Author: illa
