Lhasa, the city is worthy of being called a sun. Lhasa, the sky, of course, is blue, this blue, I believe, had never visited the Tibetan people from the interior is absolutely not out of imagination, this should be is the real sky-blue. For the people who reside in the Mainland, our concept of the sky-blue and Lhasa is not the same as the blue sky days. Lhasa is the contracted like a blue sky to go.
I live in hostels in the street was next to stand in the window, the Jokhang Temple of the golden dome shining in the blue sky under the ancient light.
Tibet over the past 10 days, but as long as I could not Lhasa, almost every day to street was scheduled to be standing somewhere, looking at those people who knock heads and other body length to see bargain vendors, as well as stray outside the Jokhang Temple dog. Living in this bustling old city center, state of mind is unusually quiet.
I never get tired of still commanding Kham guy. Tibet is an old saying, is: a horse Amdo and Kham Han. Kham region of Tibet Tibet is a very famous man, and they are men among the varieties. They are of high, shoulder breadth, thin waist, legs, chest straight, head high-spirited; their facial contours are like knifed Fu Xiao, swarthy complexion shine with silky luster; Kham Han costumes are also extremely beautiful, they the pace is always valiantly dash of.
That day, the street was watching was not far from some pretty fascinating Kham Han, I was moved to right side carried away just to get to know a day's playmate said: I love them, I really want to marry them, you? You think so? Playmate smile Wanle Yao: "I agree, but I'm not sure you tell them too long, I heard that Tibetans can never feet."
She voices a big, attracted a great deal of notice of people told us: "I am Tibetan, Kham Tibetan, I have feet, but every day." I and the playmate embarrassment also could not lift up our heads. I surreptitiously looked him: this man high, ah, foot 190 cm tall, burly symmetry, the hands of a bunch of Buddha bead Nianzhao.
"Sorry, we are a joke, please do not take it seriously." I chatteration chatteration apology.
He just smiled, not the replies.
Playmate behind kept pulling my Yijiao quick reminder to leave.
"The best is far away from their point, these people have a knife." Playmate back on the road endlessly exhorted.
"They are not Jianren Jiu barrel, afraid of?" I have expressed dissatisfaction with her prejudices.
Qu Letang Namtso next two days along the way that person's shadow is always in front of flash, and sometimes felt a sudden lust how, and right side saw a strange man had actually never forgets.
Back to Lhasa in the afternoon at 5 o'clock, the sun hanging high. Backpack down on the rush to street was, it seems that the place has something in pulling me.
With the turning of people walked around the street was another lap, did not see these days that occur in front of the overall fit and silhouette. I do not know where he is, and may have to go home. I am bored to death is within walking distance walked heads bowed, in front of a tall body was suddenly blocked the avenue, Meng looked up and stared, yes man, I am worried about a few days that have seen a stranger side. His face afloat cunning smile, teeth white, high nose and deeply set eyes, like those beautiful Khampas.
"Hello, see you again," his voice deep and full of magnetism, the sound is so fascinating.
"Hello, I am sorry that day," I am a little incoherent, as if some shake.
We stood face to face, he just looked at me a smile, do not go away. I heart a lot and want to speak to him, but I do not know what to say, but also afraid he might suddenly left. He held out his hand and looked at me with probing eyes, my hand into his large hand. He was a bit closer to me and told me he knew where I lived, I was, and playmate to go back to see us when he walked into the hotel, the next day also came to see and listen to speakers out front, but the baggage is also hosting the. It turned out that I am dreaming of people are thinking of me. He pulled me a sweet tea to sit down.
"What's your name?" Has been such a long time in hand, he does not know his name.
"My name is Gong-year Banza"
"Where is your home?"
"Lhasa"
"You really Kham Tibetan?"
"Why not? Where not?"
"Khampa people are in Chamdo and Sichuan Kangding Batang area, they have queues,"
"In the past my parents come to Lhasa from Qamdo pilgrims and did not return, I born in Lhasa," he touched his hair neat and clean in fractional: "a child to stay off braids, and then go to school on the cut."
We talked for a long time, he was very fluent in the words of the Han Dynasty, and the writing-oriented, but there are also a time when words do not convey his ideas. He told me he had studied for four years in Shanghai, but also in Kunming for two years on the school, and now Tibet hospitals.
I invite him to dinner, saying it was for the day if one is not respectful apology, he readily accepted the invitation, but has repeatedly stressed that he did not mind the remark.
Temporary break on a weekend when he next day, his morning to take me to the Drepung Monastery.
According to the Mainland, more rest time 7:00 wake up, not yet dawn, but also how to sleep. Mind trying to figure out what to wear clothes, nice clothes, a pity that had not brought up.
Washing is completed, carefully oriented before makeup, has fast 9:00, and Banza not that I do not know what he said the morning should be a few points. I am a little restless, worried that he is not forgotten, or anything can not get away, or has encountered an unexpected way. Go down to the front desk asked whether there was a tall boy came to get a negative reply, I went to the door and so on. Time seems to have stagnated, 10 points, and has not come yet, and I feel disturbed by the increasingly become frustrated. Fast at noon, and he certainly would not have come. Back to the room one down on the bed, not knowing what to do next. I suddenly without apparent reason to hate from their own: how such a fit, his in the end what people are not aware that thoughts were put to him, and deserved being fooled. I tried to imagine his face, trying to find flaws in point: the eye is too deep, and the skin too dark, tall is too high, with the need to look up to him. Oh my God, how the matter?
Finally knock on the door, and heart rate suddenly accelerated, turning her head to toe, order something, will open the door pulled himself together. Outside the station was waiting for that one morning I also complain of a morning person. His smile is so charming.
"I got up at 7 o'clock waiting for you," I could not help but complain.
"What, 7 o'clock in the night, or do, Lhasa, ordinary people are 9:30 to go to work 2:00 to eat lunch, more than usual today, I only slept for half an hour."
Found out that our concept of time is not the same, where the 10 o'clock or the beginning of the morning.
Tibetans have a really great companionship, but also detailed guide than the requested charge. Could see that he himself did not always into the temple, he is usually the first with the Tibetan monks with the monastery, said on a while, and then Chinese translation to me.
Noon tea, we sat face to face, I stared at he suddenly asked: "Banza, one day you die, will go to burial?" To ask them I regret it. He very calmly: "Yes, Tian Zangtai is our final destination Tibetans in Lhasa after death are usually in the northern outskirts Tianzang Tai burial. where Tianzang Shi meat cut off a block, then smashed the bones, mix them tsampa powder feeding eagles. "I could hear waves of hair bear in mind, watching the front of this bright handsome face, how dare he, and Tian Zangtai linked.
This afternoon I wanted to look at the northern suburb of Tianzang Tai, but Banza trying to convince me not to go, he said the sky was afraid I could not stand the smell that smell of fish, but also unwilling to let me see him after the death of must-see places. I do not persisted.
After returning from the Namtso, always felt uncomfortable about freezing cold. The next morning, a more severe headache, like once again came to the Tanggula pass.
Banza a door, I would like to see their loved ones, tears not stop Chung out. He startled a moment, touched my hot forehead, propped I said we should immediately go to the hospital, Mainland disease in the plateau is very dangerous, not treated early will turn into a fatal pulmonary edema.
"Banza, you carry me down the stairs"
"Good"
Went downstairs, he did not put me down, still carrying me all the way to the hospital. Lying on his broad back, I really glad that gave birth to this disease.
The doctor's advice to stay patient, that my ward I was the only one who insisted to accompany the evening Banza night, in fact, that is what I wanted, lived alone in this deserted off-site hospital, really terrible.
March Lhasa cold at night down the snow, ward no heating equipment, was covered with two blankets, or shivering. I am homesick, and could not help sobbing. Banza came to sit at the bedside, firmly took my cold hand.
"How it? Is not difficult enough?" He softly asked, "Banza, I'm so cold, I also miss home, I hug you?"
He hesitated a moment, I was the first time I saw him look so shy. He slowly took off his shoes and lay into the day, I have no heat Wu quilt firmly affixed to my chest. His heart beat a good strong, in his embrace as if they have to melt. I left to his big eyes closed hand touching the face fondle my heart full of his desire. Darkness, he lowered his voice in my ear plea Side, said: "You better hurry up."
Zhuliaoliangtian night in the hospital, Banza has been closely follow to the side waiting.
Back at the hotel calculation and found few remaining cash, it seems had to leave Lhasa, and the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China to the Tibet Autonomous Region did not pull my Peony Card, do not be afraid to embrace the withdrawal does not have to go into. Tibet ago, I thought of anything, except did not expect this, really extremely upset.
Banza almost every day after work were to see me, took me going to drink brewed for highland barley wine, or listen to Tibetan Tibetan, our time together, always seemed short, but very happy. After buying tickets, I do not know how right he was speaking about my leaving. Left Lhasa, the night before, I did not tell him that I 11:20 flight tomorrow, afraid to send him to me, afraid that the pain of parting.
The morning is not yet dawn, I have a good RBI pack, ready to take the air shuttle. Standing more than climbing hotel door, I look around for quite a while, hoping that a familiar figure can miraculously appeared, let me look before leaving the last one.
Slept well last night. Total dreamed that I fit the big boys.
The way I have always regretted that I did not attendant tie will leave Lhasa today, and he gave me so much care, walked out too much for.
8 minutes by car to the Gongga airport, I hurriedly ran to telephones rang Banza leave it to my home phone:
"Banza, I have to leave Lhasa, and I am sorry, I did not tell you."
"Where are you now?" Telephone voice sounded like Wang Dan's light "at the airport"
"Some flight?"
"11:20"
"Well, you waiting for, I'll come" I did not allow me to speak, he was hanging up the.
10 minutes, Banza appeared, he was a taxi come. He rushed into the terminal, the tall figure in a crowd especially outstanding. Watched him gaze looked anxious look, I suddenly choked up.
"Why leave without saying goodbye? I know you go sooner or later, it may send in any case let me give you ..." He took me firmly in her arms, kissing me on the cheek. He murmured saying something, then he can talk in the Tibetan language, mother tongue, after all, the best expression of human intention.
Against his warm crook of the arm, the obsession to enjoy this short-term well-being. Such was the feeling of pet once I had left behind the impulse to marry such a man for a woman's vanity can also be greatly satisfied.
"A Jie La (Tibetan honorific for women), you marry it?" Banza suddenly asked "No"
"I do not, 23-year-old," his eyes are blurred moment I do not know what to say, he was a few years younger than I do.
"Next year you will come?" Banza cautiously asked "yes"
"Do you guarantee?" He looked very sad that a serious "Okay, I promise," I do not hesitate to make commitments into the checkpoint, we can be different. Separated by a fence, we looked at that do not want to leave first.
"Quick into the bar, abductions of it, forming not see you, I will leave" Banza urged me.
I turned around to go look inside moving steps, turn the corner in front of that Road, it is really different. Meng listen banza shouting: "A Jie problem, I love you." Tears streaming down no longer could not help Susu, I Yingzhexinchang to return. I really fell in love with the boys.
Came back from Lhasa for two months, and on his thoughts do not dilute with time, but more and more deeply, memories become increasingly clear.
Sitting in the office building of reinforced concrete, the line of sight through the overcast sky to the west Germany, I am often confused and contemplation: Since the heart has to stay there, I was not the away with it? I also love the land.
Again next year Zaiqu Lhasa.
Author: wenheying
