20:00 o'clock Yan Lhasa, there is still sunlight, but also the Xi Chen. Twilight dim in the Potala Palace, the quiet calm, I was in the beginning of such a cool dusk, the face of it sitting on the hotel balcony . a cup of fragrant tea in a sail a sail seen in this magnificent shrine. I have with it so close, close enough to almost unreal!
Xinshou pick up the brush that had been intact, graffiti layers Diego Diego pale walls, Scarlet's roof, gently moving exhibition of streamer with a 16-point grid of yellow windows, the above could not utter the name of Xiezhuo birds, I Potala Palace.
Kumi really move my brush, is not reluctant, but did not dare. Because so many years of painting, in my heart, my hands have a lot of stylized things may not be able to Xinshou through the brain draw back those who can come back skillful outline of crystal clear skin. I had lack. I desire to clear the heart and hand, eager to empty them and, like children! I wish I had just woken from a heart, there is a little bit of desire, a little bit of fantasy, a little bit of quiet, a little bit of their own can not grasp.
Tian Sean, and has shown signs of emotion and shock in Lhasa have unwittingly quietly fade, and makes like a silhouette, like looking over the Potala Palace, the flocks of birds hovering knot right above it, skim Jinding and studded with colorful streamer. Piandian where scattered light a few lights dim lighting, it is deeply engraved on those swarthy face wrinkles, go into the Dahongpao the old lama's house. they are guarding look after the empty palace, there was song save a dry cloth, Culture and footprints into the princess's love, I also I have the voice of the Dalai Lama recitation!
The wind brought the sound: Although I went to, but I know everything, everywhere! Dusk I quietly look at this bleak palace, listening to the dim lighting and I tell them to wait.
Hotel terrace below, walked slowly from time to time those who wear dark robes, edited Tibet braid, wearing a coral and turquoise jewelry, in my impression that the same men and women and serfs. They face calm, his mouth and remembered those who I have heard have heard do not understand the scriptures. hands turn around the clock through the round, only to belong to them to experience the tranquility and happiness. and now my heart Oh, also, and snow-covered plateau that thin air, blue sky, white clouds were dazzling,
Like the vast mountain of pristine, the same calm and tranquility ......
Tomorrow I will go back to my city. Where the city is the sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance ~~~~~~
Author: aiai12
