In mid-September, and Mr. sneak in to "sun city" of Lhasa spent a few days, I wanted to travel down the feelings, is delayed until today. Ctrip read later on the journey of many Catholics to write the text on Tibet mind that one of Tibet's gratitude, and then quietly surfaced, bringing back memories, linger in the mind, or write come.

This is a trip I feel really bitter, there music ah! Bitter, of course, refers to more intense reaction to high altitudes. Upon arrival at noon to eat Shihai be properly may go in the afternoon, it is incredible. Severe headache, vomiting, taste all the noon dedication out. At night to eat boiled mutton, in the face hot pot, fresh beef and mutton, not even the slightest appetite, fasting and go. Middle of the night is awakened by a headache several rounds, thanks to oxygen in order to sleeping 10 minutes. All this has, and repeatedly, frustrating night, miserable! Situation is not much better the second day within one day and ate only two small bread. Potala Palace in the afternoon, walking to their feet, had killed not lost their desire to move a step. Finally, Mr. or coercion, and be expelled up. After the street was bought a few catties apples. When the lips dry Shezao a go, sigh for the human to the beauty of its objects. On the third day be regarded as essential to adapt to the environment, went to the three holy lakes in Tibet, one of Yang Lake, only to sleep at night when there is still a headache. However, on the fourth day return to Chengdu, hurried the end of the journey. After coming back in Lhasa handle all kinds of embarrassing stories to tell as Mr., often brought to Zaiqu Tibet, would be met with strong attacks. Mr. resolutely to say no and later I went to place such a high altitude. Days Kelian Jian, I do not want to ah!

Music, of course, the beauty of the plateau and the music, while lamenting the cheers!

Airport to the city's roads, has been walking through the valley sides. Here the sky, I do not know how to describe this life I have seen the most beautiful sky blue was so pure, near-transparent; blue sky under the towering peaks of the Himalayas, is the Qingqing Brahmaputra river, or green or yellow or pink colorful splendor of the poplar leaf to smile at you, this is what a beauty ah! A ray of light breeze even overtaken it, swim in the meantime, but also expense. Peter Love Peter King, I am still obsessed.

Lhasa is not. To the city shortly after the building from the window and saw the Potala Palace in the mountains. Previously available only in the pictures, only to see the beautiful palace on so suddenly, broke the ground in front of, let me know what to do. The day's dinner, that is, the Potala Palace square in front side of lamb hot pot restaurants, "eat" the. Arrived, the sky was black, I could only see the palace in the night in the vague outline of windows revealing the stars and a few lights, the mysterious and solemn. Tomorrow into it, which is what a world?

Potala Palace to go the next afternoon. Visiting hours on morning and afternoon, open the door until 2:30 pm. We do not know, 1:30 to go before. So the sun lying on the stone stairs. The sun does not matter, somehow suddenly hit altitude sickness, caused by his legs limp, pain. Looking at the high palaces, long steps, I have issued a desperate voice, Lai Lai living dead do not want more step. Had Mr. threatened to send me home now buy air tickets of the words work, I think I would regret a lifetime. "Let's go, let's go, people always want to learn to grow up themselves." Turned the first corner, a large long, leaning against jumping into wild flowers and open the eyes of Bacon. White, pink, and purple flowers, Ming-yan brilliantly blooming under the sun. I do not know what to spend, but they are there to make my spiritual refreshing. I began to film the murder. I started the courage to move on. Finally the real entrance to the palace, a surge of cold air hit head-on, this will be the Dalai Lama's summer palace where something waiting for us? For various reasons, tourists can visit the Potala Palace, the Red Palace and the White House a small part. In a few lamas led to explain, we walk through one after another in the hall, in a statue of the Buddha now can not remember the name of God before the Ming Jing gas, pay homage. In the dark light, the murals in the mottled ago, in butter lamps flicker, I seem to come across a few centuries. I had to gasp in admiration when the skilled artisans: patterns vary, lifelike statue; framed to make the golden treasures of the world pagoda; though mottled but colorful murals. Then there is a small exquisite sandalwood Buddha statue is said to be good fortune of gods of nature, natural heaven. Beside a slightly older monks softly said: "The worship a worship it, is very spiritual." I was an atheist, but I can here and now at the mercy of an invisible force Koubai sincerity. Really blessed gods do? Anyway, to the golden dome, my head hurt a. To the Golden Summit, the changed days. After the dark clouds piled up in the mountains, vapor, and occasionally exposing a seam, injection hint of daylight. Sparse rain has fallen as big as beans. The whole Lhasa city peacefully lying still at the foot of the Potala Palace, is being affected by God's sanctuary. Tibetan friends to listen to later realized that he look at the Potala Palace every day, there will be a different feeling, in the case had been thirty years.

After leaving the Potala Palace, walked hurriedly to the street was not imagined look. Mr. and friends at night to eat barbecue, I only hotel on the apple, eat two small bread. Poor! During the day the party has already named a taxi driver go well tomorrow to Yamdrok Lake, in order to maintain their strength, I went to sleep early.

(Adjourned)

Author: Lucy_Liu