May 4 with the Tibetan family sleeping in a house down, there is no special feeling. Wake up one morning and I could hear the rats on the roof of woven cloth on the opening of the General Assembly, a very lively event.
And from 8:00 am start waiting for a train, until 12 o'clock more than yesterday, let me ride out of the labor contractor said the middle of the road made a big stone dragon from the row over the direction of the car stopped, I am afraid we have to wait to push the stone fried rotten open to traffic. He warmly invited me to his residence in order to bragging. The blowing can be mistaken trouble. Two more minutes until I go back to the roadside, the only operation to a 81 jeep ran over. Know that hope is very slim, no one can help me, but I still withstand dust, patiently and then ride on and so on. One hour for one hour in the past, I have more and more anxious for the first time in Tibet, has been seeking a taste of not being heard by anyone sue the taste.
Five o'clock, just as I am almost desperate to come over for a bus traveling from Markam-Lhasa bus, car to see that one is broken, there is no head hood, body rusty, it should be open to the automotive abandoned factory car. But I still do not rag hesitation, firmly got on.
As the road ahead, often go pavement (the correct path are poor, not to mention pavement), so the road is extremely bumpy. Fortunately, large car, the Tibetan drivers, the level of good, speed is very slow, and "soft seat", so I can accept. Vehicle and 109 classes, the road a little better, climate gradually turn cold, the scene was still resistance to appear. Rouland River rhododendron trees big trees big trees festooned with colorful flowers in the distance there is a sharp, snow-capped mountains in the sunset under Yizhenyihuan, SG great success, very special, this is the Namjagbarwa . After a rouland depot, more blue sky and white clouds, Xuefeng rainbow, rolling grass hills, Tibetan households cottages and frolic Tibetan dog, a quiet and peaceful in the valley between the diffuse, so that I am engaged.
Seven minutes to reach rouland town, a short stay for dinner. Rouland the town can be said to rouland Valley on a bright pearl of the tourists is a good foothold. Snow-capped mountains stretching, valleys, open, close-range vision of the setting sun is good. New Street began construction last year, and is aided by the Shenzhen, mobile phones have signals, street also four or five hundred meters, very wide on both sides of the building by modern there are Tibetan, Fukuda school is very nice (I have the opportunity to also willing to come here when the what a child king), restaurants, guest houses abound, the best sen-state rouland very good hotel, facilities and prices moderate. Thus, in the town of Xiao Xie rouland a day or two, it's just fine.
Toilets in Tibet are mostly public toilets, public toilets where the roadside horse dung feces can also be seen, it seems out of the toilet is not one patent.
Out rouland town, they begin to climb mountains color Zillah. Color Zillah ancient lush mountain scenery makes one yearn. Broken car finally stand up to the test (when the town of driver rouland repaired), approaching color Zillah Pass, the tank has finally run out of the water is also leaky, the car dropped anchor moment. Near the water there is no snow, Chung contributed to carry passengers all the water, is not useful, I suggested with a smile, just to the tank where each Sa Paoniao, xing XU can do.
With a little water, the car hum hum rip rip a few meters to climb again, and finally could not move the. A man shouted up the car, the original increase was altitude sickness (color Qi La Pass 4515 meters above sea level), surface such as dishes, barking headache, it was out of inosine, and I came up with brown sugar. I really do not understand that breaking the car with the emergency oxygen bags and the like products can not. Conductor of the last hold a quilt Fu patient to lie down.
At this time, a truck head-on over, the driver kindly borrowed a bucket of water to us. Car moving at last, I was somewhat worried. Speed has slowed down, everyone on the chorus shouting "Come on! Refueling," I next to the seat of the Tibetan young man is like asking what the Namgyal of noises in the most energetically. Car hood open, and a carriage Unit Jiaohu Wei, window ventilation, the outside it is ice and snow, piercing winds, I refused to take a decent, plus sweaters plus trousers, and Lang Jie hold yelling.
Finally the car was climbing the pass, and when I do this lucky, the car has stopped. This is what can no longer be without water or something, and anyway there are two or three individuals began to instrument the engine has. Some people cried out of the uncomfortable, but this time no other people in charge of one and all of a stuffy. This work, an exception out of the window open and pure nature, snow-capped mountains really on my feet, the snowy moonlit some dazzling. But I was out of the car, really wanted to ride in the snow on a roll, red rash in the past, did not actually snow knees, scared quickly retreat back.
The break on the break of 50 minutes is already eleven o'clock. Car stumbled OK, fast 1:00 before reaching the 81 claims to Tibet, a small Hong Kong. Night in 81 cities seem large, the streets were OK hall, ballroom. Drivers seem to have got dizzy, turning ten minutes, do not know how to reach the stopping point and place of residence. I have already impatient on the road out of the car, which was said 2 days 81 hotels overflowing, the past few days was like a good bubble bath, like a dream shattered, a rush to find a dirty hostel stay there . There is no way to shower, found a salon shampoo, the girl's attitude is also very poor. It seems to go to school in Guangdong Nyingchi the form of hardware, software and services in Tibet still maintains the original style.
The morning of May 5 starting from 81, although there are tour who said to me, Basongco scenery in general, but also very difficult to walk into the road, but I sat a micro-plane straight bar Changhe Town, all the way west along the Niyang OK, landscape can be read. Pakistan Changhe Town, or 81 from Lhasa to Basongco to pass. Two hours later he arrived in Baku, the whole mountain clouds rolling in, standing timber inspection station Taniguchi bandwagon. But a few minutes, the scratch squall, heavy rain fell from the sky, the temperature plummeted, I am a little shiver. Days fail to materialize people's wishes, the checkpoint Tibetan suggested that I still do not go in, and went out of the car are less and the weather and would not improve anytime soon.
More than 10 days to run around tired, in fact, most want is to be able quickly to Lhasa. At this point the face of difficulties have been tired, in the Ba River waiting for half an hour, sit down to gongbo'gyamda the surface. Drivers are 81 of the Tibetans, sabbaticals, when buying a car to run transport, the way chat, all agree that 81 of the Tibetans are the most uncivilized and most do not Tibetan characteristics.
13:00 sit down to Lhasa luxury bandwagon - Nyingchi Board of Education of the land cruiser 4500. Driving Status well, masters of the technology is fairly superb, turn, Jicha, over potholes are very stable and I also said that right here and now is simply to enjoy a super-star. Masters of their leaders will talk about money and office buildings, luxury car that seems to be waiting for assistance, the idea has been in Tibet, especially in certain government departments deeply taken root.
Milla pass over the beautiful blue sky white clouds wrapped the slightest peaks, rolling hills dressed in the thin snow cover, here is a veritable mountain grassland, no trees, icicle, and snow when the grass in the brown implicit When present, groups of cattle, goats and curl health seemed to be filled with smoke from the date of this vast plateau in excellent shape, life here and then enjoy to reveal true shape of the continuation of the eternal.
Near Lhasa, the strong sun shining indiscriminately in the air seems to have been drained of water, my heart surging more and more intense excitement, although there are many disappointments along the way, but finally my charmed the Holy Land of . I am far away near the Potala Palace, quietly, and blue sky in the top of the magnificent palace, the magnificent palace in the peaks of the escort so holy!
17:00 a smooth stay at eight Lang school. Hotel construction and decoration full of Tibetan characteristics, single only 25 yuan, clean and comfortable, sleeping bags may be suspended for use. Read the message boards and walk through the courtyard of the visitors, after so many days of the lone, I feel like the same as back home easily.
Irrepressible excitement, to lay down their luggage, without a map, I embarked random and the direction of the streets of Lhasa. However, deliberately avoided to the direction of the Potala Palace (tomorrow to go), here are shops, street clutter, in a shade under the street to drink a bowl of highland barley wine can be regarded as in the modern in the national special features.
8 o'clock the night before the sun began to slowly the city come back to 8 Long learning. Noise of the street outside the window has gradually calmed down and quietly looking forward to the trip for tomorrow, I have lifeless to sleep.
May 6 early morning wake up, it is nearly 7:00. Pull curtains, the window is bright and sunny, but the pedestrian street or the small street and shops closed. Not attend to crying in the stomach, toward the Potala Palace away.
Also more than 10 minutes, to the Potala Palace, allowed to gaze longingly into the square of the street knock the long head of the people kneel in the sun toward the Potala Palace, Fu Shen, Pa Qi, behind the steady stream of vehicles and pedestrians did not rush affect their pious worship. Positive start time, the Red Mountain at the foot of the Potala Palace, the street vendors who marched not only slow the pace, turning the roadside of Mani wheels, the old man who was also shaken hands with turning cylinders to start the day's labor .
With the crowd, I am surrounded by Red Mountain at the foot of countless Mani walked round. From the main entrance into the room climbed the long stairs, I am a little fear and trepidation into the Potala Palace. The whole imposing palace, the Dalai Lama's more extravagant and solemn as seen in my Goddess of Mercy Temple Songtsan before the accumulation of merit of the true Buddha, quietly standing, but empty in the brain do not know to which the Holy Spirit desire to achieve what to pray. More than two hours later, by the side door Chu Gong, a public toilet in a spacious atmosphere, Tun-bit left me deep impression.
Suddenly, the tall wall Upload a brighter high-pitched chorus of men and women, 45 Tibetans and the singing, arm waving up and down, the crisp sound of the rhythm of the pops blows clear light, a surge of joy and breath to me Pumian come not help stopping. This is the beat Al Gore. Together with the passing foreigner exclaimed "Great, Wonderful", listen to their singing, watching them work the natural light, I could not help but abnormal mood relaxed and happy together.
Noon to Norbulingka, no one on duty, had not even bought tickets, but also to complain perspective, not a large number of other parts of Lhasa, old trees and grass, under a tree the locals get together in twos and threes, or eat or play , enjoyable scene. Can not wait for the main hall open the door after more than two points out of the park away Ben Jokhang Temple.
Jokhang Temple Square stalls packed, the crowd bustling, Teramae simmer mulberry, and worship is an endless stream of Tibetans, knock long head of the worship of believers crowded the entrance Teramae. Walking in the crowded, the street (Barkhor Street), on the roadside all kinds of Cangshi, daily necessities, clothing, etc. The vast majority cries prevalent. I can not empty-handed, sneaking into the side of the road a little shop to buy chalcedony and India, the Tibetan incense.
Into the Jokhang Temple, the most memorable I explained to the Nyima. Although the listening time is not long, but he said by Songtsan Tibetan and Mongolian monks and lay aside their arms, and believers of Buddhist devotees; from streamer Mani Dui talked about how to do cherish truth and goodness; pairs of counterfeit and poor quality butter in a note upgrading the greed of human and environmental risks of life and so on. At the same time citing the classical to the Potala Palace, Jokhang Monastery, the history of his right, so that everyone had responded with enthusiastic support, to show convincing. Out of the hall, everyone gathered around him, and I have come up with tickets, Coushang to let him signed and blessing.
On the hall's three or four layers on top of the Jokhang Temple in Temple architecture as reflected in the more praise, Tibetan one, splendid and elegant and dignified, distant peaks towering golden dome, blue sky and white clouds phase contrast, culture and naturally integrated, complement each other. On the roof of the city with colorful streamer flies, the distance came bursts of singing, which I recall with nostalgia, with a pair of Tibetan lady playing brother, a long time and refuse to leave.
Did not expect the same in the square by a hit by a fair-weather Namgyai brother, I could not help lamenting the world's small, so many of coincidence; another call of the temple of God, let me, tourists and devotees worship to meet again.
Walking in the bustling streets, drinking hot Zaba plant two hidden money yogurt, thick sweet aftertaste, is the best I have ever tasted yogurt.
Jokhang Temple is the heart of the Lhasa and the center of snowy city, the Potola Palace is regard as the symbol of Tibet.
May 7 travel agencies today have intended to take the car to visit a sheep, lake, how visitors expected to be accompanied by waking late hangover, from eight o'clock until nine o'clock. Geron and the driver said goodbye chef, walks stroll to go. Through the terminal to learn about the Qinghai-Tibet line to take the shuttle bus in Chengdu, and if time, in time, this choice may well be a good choice.
CMB was removed ten o'clock ride to the Sera Monastery. In contrast, Sera picture of a dilapidated and poorly maintained. Sera local conditions, built on mountains, mountain temple and the stone statues on the thin, such as health, vivid color paintings, stone fly streamer fluttering. Morning tourists scarce, as if I was the only one, but the local believers to worship by many people. Far into the Temple when I saw a woman leaning on crutches after being transferred around a stone, the stone statues is Tara. Young and old temple, a measure chin temple row of long lines, waiting to pay homage in an orderly manner Maitreya statue. Lama temple there is a chant, a person playing, gong, and looked solemn, somber chanting echoed in the temple.
In a Dianding being trimmed, I saw three being seat of the Tibetan Buddhist master, a middle-aged teacher and two young disciples. To sit down and chatting with them and saw them moving in the wooden finger pinch clay, tooth shovel glide, is making a circular hollow earth ring, the master said that was doing the Buddha's lotus throne Amitayus. Clay, hemp rope, nylon rope, shovel teeth, wire and wood, that is, their materials and tools, combined with their hands and the day's labors, achievements of the thin, such as raw Buddha. Middle-aged master Putonghua is also decent, and he talked for half an hour, the whole office that he had fingers, clay close, smooth bright surface. He claimed that from the year-old began learning has been done 30 years, passed through his hands of the Buddhist statues are no longer remember. To ask him some knowledge of the Buddha made to see his patience and skill, I am awe.
To leave the Sera Monastery, the old lady into the temple is still time to see God in the stone turning around, tottering steps, rickets figure, rotating drum a long time been printed in my mind. These people are so simple and repetitive action and simple indication of the right to teach their own beliefs and loyalty! Compared to some talking big repeatedly, endlessly so-called believers, this inner faith is how sincere! Their souls can really be saved!
Back to the city, I went to pharmacy and bought some Rhodiola and possession of pills to the family. In the evening the rain to the street was sub-around in a circle, with an open tourist souvenir shops in Gansu were chatting a while. Square stand sits on the Tibetan folk songs of pirated audio and video CD fairly complete, but the prices more expensive than the Mainland on.
From Kunming to Lhasa, on the road, always keep moving toward the vision of the goal, although there are tired with bitter regret, but all have given me to endure and overcome the pride of feeling is always the novelty and excitement, but also constantly being This is to purify the land and its people. To Lhasa, which gradually thought of two days of work and distant friends, mind shelved again surfaced, could not help but getting a bit agitated by. The afternoon back to the hotel, through the message link on the article in Harbin to a reporter, decided to change the return journey take the Qinghai-Tibet line, the next two days to go Yamdrok Lake, Shigatse.
May 8 8:00 am, with the reporter and his party a total of five time starting from Lhasa. 三菱越野车in the asphalt on the Mercedes-Benz, out of urban areas, residential areas scattered in the fields, the residence depends on the color streamer is even more dazzlingly beautiful. Guo Qushui bridge, back to the sand on the road, over-grazing pasture grass to reveal the roadside, desertification is very serious, there are hard at work collecting the cattle and sheep eat grass, we are startling, all three here, said it will not see any to the grass of the. This grass is on the Lhasa River, damage to the environment really worry us. Of human ignorance, greed is also damage or even swallowing the earth's last piece of pure land!
Ten o'clock the car just to climb the snow-covered gambara Yamaguchi, Yihong green lake unfolded before our eyes, it winds in the mountains, Tanzania expansive, sheep to the lake! Yamaguchi stopped the car arrived, the local yak herders now in the ranks, holding a large group of kids surrounded us, and offered us black hand around his beg. Their eyes, should be stripped of innocence, but full of desire and secular, and the front of the snow-capped mountains Avon seems so inconsistent. My heart burst Jiutong, not with them in the eye.
We hasten to break through four attend to enjoy the view, hot pursuit of a child, I bear to give him a piece of money, quickly catching up with another child. We hurried down the hill sheep on the train rush lake. Everyone here has not been imagined before the development, where the Tibetans, where the children how they would survive in life, believe in the doctrine; now they have inevitably been the so-called modern civilized society corrupted.
Car to the mid-hills in the mid-levels have a small head Mani Dui, stones and in the grass around the snow does not melt, in the vast expanse of snow into the holy lake is more of a Smart, I am looking for a piece of stone , respectfully added to pray for the holy lakes can bring me, and there are Tibetans who have an affluent life, while we are suffering to save souls.
All the way down along the lake, landscapes unlimited, I really looked at where are beautiful, where the lens is facing the King. Far the vast snow-capped mountains, highlands Pinghu, clear bottom, sparkling ripples shake the water clouds of Castle Peak. Stand on the lake, I have to do in the wonderland of physical and mental dissolution, the brain suddenly deserted, desolate Wangran I do not know thoughts. I can not remember which is more than 4000 meters above sea level of the plateau, breathless with running along the lake, a vain attempt to empty Ningxiang Apart from the brain. Later found out was put on the sunglasses to stay in the Holy Land.
The more down the walk, the lake of grass more green, and occasionally can see exotic birds skim the lake, sheep spectacular with one of vitality. We get off, the lake's soft, thick grass, but I can not how near the grazing of sheep: it does not look at you, eating the grass it can be whenever you are still 23 meters away from it, they will avoid the go through.
Lunch at noon Nagarze used, the car began to crawl in the snow-capped mountains in the valley. Stretching along the mountains, sparsely populated, lawn brown, snow rocky beach in the small streams in the chaotic walk through, but the scene even more bleak. Card if the pull the mountain glaciers in many clouds churn, standing under it, I find the spectacular. Yamaguchi after mira, mira overlooking the lake, the lake like a green Yuqiong flowing in the hazy mountains, the lake, an abrupt ferocious volcanic island, extremely magical.
Badlands, occasional green, with the cottage. Children playing street simple cute, waving greetings to our initiative. In this harsh environment, they still know how to enjoy their happy nature is so natural to reveal! I was pleased that they admire.
More than three in the afternoon arrived in Gyantse town, the sun is very intense, exposure to heat and pain in the face feel. Castle Hill were at hand, we have decided to rest. Many foreign tourists, Wu Zi hotel fully booked, occupancy Canda Hotel.
Nearly 5:00 before departure from the hotel to baiqoi monastery. Monks enthusiasm, unlike Maekura Lhasa, but the Han Dynasty, then the general is right, or do not speak well. The temple more than dogs, are lying idly corner under the trees, call it the next two are unmoved. Baiqoi monastery tower's unique, but the climb up the stairs to go to walk through the dark, we climbed up, feel hot and tired.
Anti-British six o'clock to the case of mountain sites, the high altitude, steep terrain, thanks to cars will be sent to the gate. We went to have asthma climb a lot and no good-looking, ancient cannons are deceptive, but I can glance Gyangze County Panorama.
May 9 still get up early and hurry to get somewhere. Accompanied by a female reporter bought a big bag of fruit sugar, to present to the children along. Road weather is dry, mud-rock flows from the hillside to the foot of the valley a few kilometers spread, there is a road the driver dubbed the "rubbing clothing board", the car just as the vibration of the hands of construction workers, machine, shaking our heads were all in pain, he felt uneasy.
Occasionally encountered roadside children stopped cars to get some candy, it attracted numerous children, more roadside cottage in the field of child circumstances in mind, a few hundred meters from the mad rush comes, adequate, so that we can not bear to care its away.
Near 10 o'clock we arrived in Shigatse Tashilhunpo. Tashilhunpo worthy of a temple after the Tibet region and the first major self-cultivation of the Panchen Lama, the walls a deep, Qi Yu majestic, magnificent, breathtaking in which Jampa Buddha awesome, I have also before the point of the Buddha " holy water. " To the chanting by the Church at a time moment, the monk who sat cross-legged, hand-twist Buddha bead, silver-haired, ran a deep vigorous chanting, devout demeanor impressive.
VII of the Panchen Lama is said to be due to dog, so after the Tibetan monastery where a lot of dogs. In the Tashilhunpo saw a group of dogs surrounded by an old monk who, the monk pulled out from the arms of a group tsampa, pulling a small piece of a small piece feed dog, 78 dog bark to chase him crying , in the quiet temple was very lively. Remembered yesterday in baiqoi monastery to see the dogs, we guess probably because the temple does not kill, it will be this shelter dogs; while the dogs eat a vegetarian by the Buddha's probation, it will not bite bar.
After the Tibet people feel more national characteristics, many of them dressed in bright robes. Inside the mosque, I saw a little girl, and helped grandma, round red-scarred face, his eyes sparkling, giving her a black braids, dressed in red and white robes. She saw that I was looking at her, suddenly shy smile, smiling, elegant Tuo Chen. Speaking out and peer together to catch up, feel that she is extremely cute. We all want to be able to shoot into the lens of her laughter, closely with half an hour, but she seems to have found our intentions, perhaps grandma do not agree with it, always hiding in the crowd behind us, or grandma secretly The smile, let us exceedingly anxious.
We decided to change the method, such as the little girl out of Terakado capture in the open. I sell tickets the old lama Xiakan, the old lama is very friendly, although he would Hen Lan Han, is struggling to talk up, or grabbed my hand laughs added. Changing of the guard at noon, he actually invited me to eat yak meat, and I did not understand gestures fathom the Lao Bantian. Declined his offers of help, and the new exchange for the young monks on the chat, when you know they Rusi to first learn the Tibetan language for two years, then three years of Buddhist scriptures, after examination by two every year. Now he is also self-study Chinese language, English, and just two foreigners buy a ticket, he explained to the foreigner in English, where lunch break at noon to close, etc., spoken language is still very good, so I had to with admiration. Having said that, when the lama is not imaginary recreation. But I doubt it not so they come into the earthly affairs, whether there is sufficient time to Having understood Buddhism, good facilities merit, thoroughly transform?
Noon out of Shigatse, Lhasa, along the Yajiang return. Yajiang open the upper valley, the clouds poured on both sides of the picturesque peaks, such as tearing Xu split in the blue sky to the upper berth, one looked, horizon connected. Although most of this road asphalt, but the road in the potholes constantly, the driver opened this road is the same as with the highway, all the way bolted, went so far as can go 120 kilometers per hour, in the middle when we are jumping into the sky, the pain of bumps of different clothing rubbing on the morning panel Rd.
Me alone to the driver plus a 50, in particular, send me over the bridge to the Gonggar Airport Qushui. See, however, wind up some dust in the Lhasa valley, although layers of trees, but also can not stop. Peer Harbin Henan journalists and traveled two days with the website moderator or a very harmonious, but also had to do this before.
Gonggar Airport has long been closed, the ticket is going have to buy tomorrow morning, and also civil aviation ticket office in Lhasa, and the Army Air ticket can buy air tickets and feel like back to the mainland eighties. Night accommodation Airport Hotel, Guest House, and the entire floor just started on my one man, and is pretty happy to enjoy. Did not expect a little more middle of the night bell, the door crashing was broke, or moved into a mouthful the alcohol Tibetans.
May 10 Gonggar Airport swept away yesterday morning, the afternoon sky Huang Chen, the air fresh, the surrounding snow-capped mountains visible.
7:00 I entered the airport, the 9:30 flight to Chengdu have been more and more people into the hall waiting for planes. Our large group of waiting to buy tickets, and more uniform. After one hour, eight o'clock the staff selling tickets waiting in our struggling in their work has finally entered the counter. However, there is nothing to be angry, after all, we all buy their votes, on the same flight. Model is a large Airbus 340, flight passengers are not too much, I chose a window of the place to sit.
Time the aircraft took off in Lhasa, crawling up the valley. Dark blue river winding, valleys, high and steep mountains on both sides, on the eyes, I feel like I can feel the impact of the wings of the air in the valley on both sides of jian. I silently out: Good-bye, Lhasa, I will come back!
Gradually parallel to the fuselage, suddenly rolling, dry weight of the 10000 stack the snow-capped mountains that spring to my eyes, from near and far, and days connected. Boundless blue sky, white clouds and snow-capped mountains blossoming dependent, leapt up floating. The monastery is surrounded afar, there are 12 mountain peaks towering into the sky, I guess that is, Could it be the Mount Everest or the towering sacred Nyainqentanglha. However, he called anything does not matter, at this moment, I can think of, or strongly felt was his majesty GAO Jun, boast of the extraordinary momentum peaks. One day, I have also climbed this peak and watch the mountains, in relation to all sentient beings, my mind suddenly filled with lofty sentiments and aspirations of the incomparable!
Some, such as the mountain snow line to the cutting edge of stabbing silver valley, round after round of ferocious; some snow, but also, lay out his waist, opened to the mountain, as if wearing a white robe; straight peaks, the mountains, along the groove The snow line is like the scorpion silver foot, creeping forward ... in the mountains between the valleys, and occasionally you can see a ray of roads and into the film field, seem so tiny!
The more eastbound, on the peaks, such as clouds and some fog in the mountains walk through, and some Danru silk with cotton wadding on the Peak flying, and some pro-Pellet cluster, but some mountain. Clouds along the sky in front of the sun through the clouds, radiation in the Zuozuo Xuefeng, the Xiaguang shining, the distant peaks on the left is still bright in the sun was scorching hot.
If seen snow before so I felt a pure beauty, all in front of all of this, its extensiveness magnificent unspeakable, snow to everything painted silver dream. Inside a dream world is boundless, but also intangible, ablation of all! Not help you say, beyond the control of your praise, only to see, to realize! Regardless of how I do work hard, I understand that I may never be locked up in the door to it, is destined to the reality beyond redemption in this life struggle.
Increasingly thick clouds, aircraft from time to time go into a white world of chaos. I know that I had to return to that Fan Chen Suo world, and this magnificent plateau, Kailash Mansarovar Yatra, Fat Jong Temple monk, as well as that of the old man had been transferred from the I go away in!
Said to me to complete the journey this time is certainly proud of, it makes me confident to openly face more difficulties in the face of impulsive self-help world-state to be more calm, but after all this haste, not to mention sentiment life, and purification of the mind. But I still see only snowy plateau in the more proximate its own before I return to heaven and earth. I definitely will come back, Om Mani Bai Mi-moo-cut, I dreamed of all!
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Author: watman
