Period, one of Lhasa in Tibet at a glance

When I was finally standing on the Potala Palace Square, the unexpected exception that she has finally calm. In the darkness hillside two colors red and white Potala Palace, as I have seen the photos and postcards in the general serenity and sanctity. No one on the square, in addition to me and a few teammates just know there are a pair of small foreign couples. They stand in a fountain filled lake is being vindictive look, the boy desperately explaining what is about to lose patience, and girls face is uneven, and later the sad sobbing quietly, and made the boy more and more helpless. . .
Washed by rain off the Potala Palace Square, exceptionally fresh and moving, think of tomorrow, I'll start with the cross-country team to Ali, and very much hope that at this moment standing next to me is the full stop. Good move, she is now lying on the Lhasa People's Hospital of the bed plotting how to escape from a doctor tomorrow, watch the street to do what she called a "movement" right?
My period a year ago in Internet chat rooms know, when she jump on the site of frequent chat rooms and inter-run around the streets of Lhasa, that period of time, occasionally in the chat room and saw her, we are far apart and then laughing about it, she chatted with a tacit agreement they both happy. She also stubborn do not have e-mail, ask me the address, and preferred to spend two weeks time to a letter sent from China's most western most south, she said that such a feeling is better, although I am too lazy to never return to her letter, She has not complained about.
Through her letter and I was lucky enough to meet with her last year's first snow of winter in Lhasa; also accompanied her in the night trying to get lost in the mountain rescue teams were searching for the experience; again on Valentine's Day Xiaokan she ran to the station to do a return loss of the flower girls. . . We arranged to meet and so I went to Lhasa when riding a bicycle along the streets of Lhasa, transfer times, and said good to take me to her coffee shop frequented by a cup of coffee, and how about in the night with a tipsy gang go to the square dance Guozhuang. . . Never thought I finally reached Lhasa, the full stop is found suffering from a heart attack not long ago, which has always been confident of their own health, she definitely is not a small blow to you? Even if a few days she was happy to meet me when I saw her people said she looked like a patient is certainly not rosy. But she spoke very light very slowly, less than half-way stop by pressing the chest when the heart beat too fast, said a little breathless, which is a small plateau Kebu Xiang grew up look. I asked her illness she refused to say much, only saying that there is too high, maybe a few days later to leave her beloved Lhasa were transferred to the Chengdu medical treatment, although she did not say more, but I can feel out of her Lhasa's share of dismay.

That grudge boy do not know how, and suddenly a girl will be crying Hengbao up the rapid pace of walking outside in the square, the girl was confused moment he has acted in, and have already forgotten struggling and sobbing, leaving him in a motionless It's that holding off. Do not see the boy still have so much personality, I am suddenly a bit □ Mu came from the girl. . .
And I rarely talk about a full stop on-line personal matter, her hearty character and first-hand bold font free and easy so I mistakenly thought she was a boy, until I come before the telephone with her when I had always found ironic is not guilty of male and female points of error, thinking Fortunately, there is no courtship, we should not proceed. . .
This afternoon the new century coffee on the terrace, facing the Potala Palace, we sat for a moment, took the photos she took out a Thangka is given to me, but also thin to me to explain paintings meaning. I do not know what to say, on the one hand such a surprise to her about my preferences, on the other hand find it difficult to repay the alcohol alcohol friendship. I brought this to her is an autobiography of the Dalai Lama, and a little bit special notebook, thinking these two things that may be suitable for her hospital. Today, when you wanted to come out to see her bring the temple priests, when I went to Taoyuan to let her keep the piece of jade figure some luck, but the rush gave forgotten. Holding precious Thangka, surprise, she went with a disease I do not know where to buy, and I would like to say thank you to her but finally stopped short of saying, as if chatting online, like, some words on the contrary, see birth, Why not Jianpanshangqiao a smiley face in the past:) better.
Know unknowingly into dinner time, team played several phone let me quickly in the past. When I left the full stop drinking her tea, calm told me goodbye, she Nafu facing the Potala Palace, listening to music, quiet comfortable look. Once again, I went to the door and looked back, she suddenly found that she had written, and the backs are not commensurate with the maturity of her age, but also written and this city of the same Dan Ding, and calm, this is me and her had never been online chatting perceived.
I know that when I came back from Ali, medical treatment, she had gone to Chengdu, I do not know when the next good-bye.
Although I know life is so intertwined with the joy and meet a sad parting, I was not an easy broken-hearted people, but Yi Gu melancholy mood or a moment in that enveloped me, waving can get rid of. . .
I have run Ali, bid farewell to Lhasa, returned to my home in the South. Although have not received my only friend in Lhasa --- full stop of the news, but I think maybe tomorrow I will be able to receive a letter from her once again to share her happiness and worry.
Now, apart from a bit worried about, in my heart more to her and she loves the city is always a blessing. . .
Was supposed to write about this city, or first arrived in Lhasa Lhasa feelings, the results of a full stop stopped writing
Can not pen, had originally called "Lhasa" simply change the subject called "full stop in Lhasa," a:)

Author: jxbean