My days in Tibet, with most of the time next to the bubble in the Jokhang Temple in Barkhor.
And we must first talk about the Jokhang Temple: It was the Tibetan people their minds the most sacred place, a little Panchen Lama returned to Lhasa from Beijing, is here for his people to preach to.
Jokhang Temple under the magnificent mountain clouds all day, smoke Niaorao far to be able to smell the burning eyes pungent choking smell of butter lamps. Prostrate here thousands of miles from those who are placed in a letter for the release of copper in China a small lamp, which has been burning is the butter. Chang-ming did not put out ---
Both hope! In that packed a small lamp in front of the quiet, I can not and can not bear to show up badly in the stomach. Me and I said to myself: I am not afraid of that kind of taste!
Jokhang Temple is also the door all day long there are those who admire the pious land of five men and women, people of all ages.
They each chose a seat on the paved section blanket and began patiently Paqi climb down, the limbs and head were posted on the ground to do prayer and worship. Fell asleep next to guard them from afar the big dogs.
I met with the newly born, spent half the day, as surprised and shocked, but also a sense of disappointing the tears drip down ...
I have been crying woman, from small to large are like this, where not worth mentioning.
The next to Jokhang Temple Barkhor, is gathered the largest number of people Zang place. And cities, like the pendulum of the numerous stalls, do not know where Tibet is also ringing high-pitched song, ah, ah HUO Di Huo loud and clear blue sky, almost equal to I listened to some trance ...
Coming and going in my side are bald and swarthy young lama Kham and glare of the sun, the
Kamba men set the hair in defense of their bare arms, Yao Li hung so thick it seems to me that they are too shiny big black robe, dark green color skin shining in the sun to shine ... they are 3322 , wearing a fur cap crooked smile Ha ha ha TOURS, who hung the saddle and copper bells to ring bang clang bang clang! there is the young monks walk in front of you from time to time, exposing a shy smile and white teeth, to the I would like to 10
Yuan, said the maintenance of the temple to use. I holds all the money shamelessly: Be sure to take a picture with me Jiu Ji, you build your temple, I built my memories of the temple. Lamas have another look, you push me, I heap you Niuniunienie half a day I was standing next to, they are not near a woman's life.呵呵~ ~ ~ ~
Chu Zhao their arm on the skin, icy cold.
Bajiao Street were all packed with people., Stalls are full to the brim on the collections, silver, twisted silk flowers wrapped around the old pipe, put exotic Tibetan incense incense cylinder, Zhuizhuo glowing red coral and turquoise of the knives,
There are Buddhist scriptures carefully written on the inside by turning the wheels, yak bone carved with auspicious symbol, wear leather in the back and covered with silver bells wallet ... Anyway, under the colorful sun shining in the faint mystery of glory. I am excited and a little crazy, as in whole body butter taste of the crowd to flee to flee, which crosses in, everything should be warm Q: what use ah? is so Mody
? This is the case hanging in the debate on the sub-Mody? Secretly hidden Jiuqi Stripe press on my skirt sports pants on hand gestures,
To twist go, walk around me Kamba aunt amused eye wrinkles and gently Wu Zhaozui a lucky ... and I stay in the booth girls my own age, the obsession of her copper horn, pointed curvature of the bent beautiful, softly touching the touch it matte texture, guess it is the owner a long time ago ... girl to jump in front of me, shocked me, eyeful, and use my language is colorful decoration things! head, argued the child on the ears, heavy. I tried to smile, and she said that price, the girl who ran with her ding clank clank sound of jewelry flew at my body, hugging me! ice-cold touch of the skin. I was really slightly Deng heart jump, people say that Tibetans are unfriendly, really want an insight here? I hastily said: Do not, do not呀! The woman laughs and, Clap hands to stand by herself, saying: You! beautiful! ... warm despite the modesty can not help but laugh, although barrier Qianshan, thin air, can be such a beauty's heart Oh, silhouetted against the sun for this mountain clouds days, it is more direct and plain cute!
I walk a longer distance, and Min Zhuozui children secretly laughing, could not help but go back to look at her, among the assortment of goods, that women are looked at me and laugh Min Zhuozui children. When I urgently desire I can remember this life moment: in so far in children, then the high altitude, across so many people, the two different costumes of different faiths to each other look silly woman's eyes and mouth to smile!!!
I love this Barkhor! While not excluding the women love to buy things of nature and my strong desire to be the possession of the United States. I still love this Bajiao Street. Everything here, and the heavy solemnity diametrically opposite the Jokhang Temple, there do not have those severe confinement, the air is easy and upbeat. Kamba poverty here is happy! although their gown worn, but also the name of patches, although their children around me: Auntie, I'm hungry! can pinch the biscuit After holding the little hands, was surrounded by a hearty Paoyuan of. warm is happy. also ah ah Huo Huo one back.呵呵~ ~ ~ ~
Author: aiai12