In any case, this is my life forever worthy of nostalgia day.
Has always slept well that night. Not long before Nagqu, Luo snow had altitude sickness, Chile Yao have no effect, though I am only worried that she have a good rest. Sometimes, seeing that she was hard for me to give her pinch the tiger's mouth, and she is not silent, quietly lying. The car did not light are not clear about her face, but I can imagine her as an expression of agony, she has a very cute face. At that time I did not want to hurt, I believe she can survive it. I would like to Tibet will not abandon us.
Late at night, Luo Xue sit up, I asked her a good point of it?
She hesitated a moment and said she saw her mother had.
We are approaching, and I encouraged her.
Mother told me to go home early, so much that she started to cry.
I froze a moment, then began to think my family and my band of friends. People alone, they will come to comfort himself with the recollection of events fragile mind. Experience loneliness at times people have grown up feeling.
We are the days daybreak to Lhasa. As Romania snow came and told me pretty soon. I like suddenly being accused of the same prize that does not psychologically prepared. I have a strong and short burst of excitement, the tension into a loss, I seem to be afraid to accept this fact, afraid of losing my mind in the holy city of Lhasa, the sacred status. I do not want to erase her mysterious romantic color, rather she is the number of skimming over the surface, in my mind where dreams linger pull. She is a guess but I never want to unsolved riddles.
For most people in Tibet may be a mere spiritual sustenance. They may be out of dissatisfaction with the current situation, or a longing for the good life, would like to take in order to break away from self-restraint to ease the pressure, so they aspire to Tibet, the mysterious, places, praise the beautiful scenery of Tibet is entirely of their own well-intentioned of deception, they have a utopian fantasy of feeling. Perhaps, they are fundamentally not go to Tibet, but they always have done on the psychological and physical preparation, they just want to keep this feeling going, until one day they forget that unresolved emotional problems in Tibet and complex.
Lhasa will be held on the 17th as National Games, the residence is not a good look. Based on past experience, I went straight to Lhasa bus station, really, where to find a place. Hotel is very simple, diagonally opposite is the Qinghai-Tibet - Sichuan-Tibet Highway Monument, one side flows the famous Lhasa River. I was in the monument under the snow and the Law unless her a job in Lhasa friends to pick her, I watched them go away after forgot to say something remembered. Good-bye when she was a Muqiu.
I ate at the restaurant for a bowl of noodles will be 5 yuan went back to the hotel to sleep. At that time I really feel more comfortable lying down.
Wake up watch, more than two in the afternoon, the sun slanting in from the window thoroughly in. across the patchwork of Tibetan stone roof, the distance Cangshan faintly visible. I shook his head,伸了个懒腰, I feel that out.
Today is "Sour Milk Drinking Festival," the last day, I did not go straight to the Norbulingka, but should talk to the soul of Lhasa - the Potala Palace 3770 meters above sea level say hello. To show devotion, I decided to walk to the Potala Palace.
The Potala Palace in Lhasa is still the tallest building, I turned and saw the two blocks would be far corner. I have identified a long time I suddenly realized that she and my dream is slowly coincide, overlap, until my eyes clear up ambiguity. I saw my heaven.
I stood in the square in front of me while Abdallah. I saw a hand-held prayer wheels turn the old grandmother, but also saw the foreigners leaving for Canon cameras; I heard the melodious bells reverberating, but also heard the incessant car between ringing ...... I confused - This is a Lhasa do, why I do not see plump grassland, hear strains of Pastoral?
Norbulingka, Tibetan means "precious garden", the Dalai Lama's summer palace. Tibetan annual traditional "Xuedun Festival" held here on. But when I arrived as a curtain call about the show, only from here, the atmosphere and full of joy in people's faces smile in the flaw as the grand festival.
Here I fully appreciate the kind of a mixture of buttered tea and highland barley wine's flavor, although I'm not too fond of. I think this is probably the taste of Tibet bar. Miss the sun Buddha, but I catch up with the last of a Tibetan. Legend has it that 15th century Tibetan monk Tang Zongjie cloth created by the Tibetan face with the moral of the story content with a strong religious overtones. When I see appearances is a man with a white mask, song lyrics for the Tibetan language, singing hum boring, but there is a sense of rhythm a bit like a light rock, it sounds very welcome. Turn out more than a dozen masked with a black headdress warrior and only woman in a circle in the middle of the white mask and sing a few words, they acted like an echo together, or while jumping while turning in circles, the scene was very good-looking. The only regret is that I understand a no.
After dinner I went to the Potala Palace, stroll a stroll, see the next to the post office, remember that to hold a safe home and a.
Phone call, the father then, and I said that I have had in Lhasa. Surprisingly calm voice came over there, "all right" after the silence, and I do not know say something in an excited. Later, her father said something or asked me to be careful, then the phone hung up.
I know that already over fifty of the father have traveled to many places, perhaps he would be sitting at home and that the rattan chair also recalled a young man wearing a Red Guard armbands and carried Quotations from Chairman Mao, standing on Tiananmen Square when the feeling of happiness ......
Author: crazy_wy
