Wake up out of the window has been speckled golden sun. The weather is good psychological state, eating breakfast on the copy according to friends, pointing straight street was Jindao along the way his mouth, "Flowers Duoer" donkey sing incessantly. Carried away, unfortunately, the wrong occasion Road, spent a lot of trouble to find street was.
Street was known for the sale of ethnic handicrafts. Only at this time, little visitors, and the streets mostly relaxed Tibetans, occasionally there is a devout Buddhist knock after a long head, their spirit of dedication amazed me. To the natural and ultimately to buy something here, or give yourself or a friend. Bargaining occasion, almost every stall holders will say a few words: "buy a bar to buy it, today, have not yet opened it." Bargain when they shining on the first one-third of severely knife, but the stall holders are often very pleased to an agreed down, it seems a friend of the bargain principle of pointing error, bid, or higher.
About one seems quite rich in handicrafts goods store, the shop owner looks a little less than 20 young people. Picked a few things that satisfaction and shopkeepers after chatting up, he even invited me to the counter sat a rest, really let me feel a bit flattered. Conversation and learned that he was come from Sichuan Ganzi, Dege County, the name Zhenuo, is the youngest child at home, there are five brothers and one sister. Are very happy to chat, there are a few tourists come to buy handmade goods, I have a guest a bit boss, some bargain, sell several pieces of things. Small bosses very happy to see that I helped him shot so he was satisfied with the price.
Farewell Zhenuo came to the famous Jokhang Temple. The dark hallway there is a long turn through the cylinder, and I followed behind the many devout believers, the prayer wheels turning each switch again, keep in mind to pray, bless every one of my friend, every family, to the Finally I wish no wish, even pray for world peace, and put themselves moved to a mess.
Corner of the temple, a group of Tibetan men and women are now using a special tool in leveling the ground, they would rank behind a neat queue, while also singing Ganhuo simple and melodious songs, male and female phase and, like Teana.
The dome in the Jokhang Monastery, a face-ci and the old monks sitting in a corner quietly chanting, distant snow-capped mountains against the background of his general manner, like the Buddha. Wanted to shoot down quietly with the camera, but the shutter sound is still alarmed the old lama, who turned his head, revealing pure smile at me. Smile to eliminate my concerns, I went up to him, accompanied him sitting on the ground. Old lama Chinese is not good, I do not know the Tibetan language is even more, two people actually rely on hand gestures and smiles on the way to talk together, if I understood what he meant, he would used to say: "OH YEAH!" Sometimes Dunong do not understand each other mean, the old lama would laugh at the same time his hand energetically and console me. To see him happy, I took the opportunity to make improper request, swatting a pass gesture, to give him more拍几张照片, he actually promised, and really let me pleasantly surprised. Not only that, he also strongly cooperate with me, and generously placed a few POSE, happy together, I do not on the Zuidou. Before I left, the old lama's mouth the sudden two clear Chinese characters: "walking!" Once again let me Zhangtailiaozui.

Another, the weather in Tibet is really strange, sunny morning or noon, but was clouded, and awhile, then it began to rain, Mian Bude Baotoushucuan not wait for me to hide Well, a rushing mighty wind, the sun remained Youyu go shame Qieqie De exposed face came, and strange strange.

Author: tntman