I have asked Jane, the first impression of Lhasa What is this? Majestic Potala Palace? The bustling crowd? Sorts exquisite arts and crafts? Or turn the street shook leisurely walk through the barrel of pilgrims?
No, not these. Jane smiled shook his head, if the first impression of Lhasa, is the street flower, another on in vain, dance in the sun, dance in the autumn of that unknown flower inside.
I laughed, yes, who can forget a brilliant color it? Later, in Temple, in the water's edge, in the unknown wilderness, have to see this one color, and this little dancers, silent but the warm bloom.

Stay where we chose Asia hotels, the price per bed is 30 yuan.
Asia Hotel is also a self-help travelers are relatively concentrated areas, foreigners in particular, the multi-. This is a friend, a favorite of the eight gallery donkey to school because there are rumors rats, we have hesitated for a moment, after all did not go. Bumps all the way, settled down filled with the kind of relaxed and happy in this moment where heaven and earth belongs to us. Cried Jane, and parasol to go hot bath, and I, while blocking the side of a tough asking everyone to sleep ---- though I am also excited about the freshness of the early off-site.
The plateau response to the terrible rumors we do not feel that we now need most is a good rest, so that the body to adapt as quickly as possible.

The next day, Jane woke up very early.
The first thing I wake up is to raise a protest, is simply too much: You have a very long time to read frequently to see the sky, you know, this is the plateau ah, the weather than the mainland to the black light was too late later. This is really subtle sound torment me! !
Jane laughed, asked me who said to take pictures of the Potala Palace, the sunrise? I was waiting for dawn it for you!
I halo.

Lhasa, the morning air chilly and dry, day shade, the clouds are thick, floating in the Mid-Levels.
We are along the road to the Potala Palace in Beijing to go around is a rush of people, from fashion point of view, there is no difference between the mainland. Occasionally shook drill Tibetan prayer wheels pacing the elderly, the indifferent detachment will eventually go far.

To block out sunlight, Jane, and parasol heavily armed, what sunscreen sunscreen sunscreen cream of the lot. Although there is no sunlight, the two or visors pressure Didi De, faces, shelves of large, dark sunglasses. I laughed and said they are seen from afar the KGB, GRU close look at in detail Made in: The original is beautiful!

Our leisurely Guang Zhao, Sun Ge and Hui MM are in the anxiety with us. The yellow car and sent them to the Potala Palace, the master of the mountain, but also drove down to meet us. Car Rental from behind the palace hill come out through the front door is said to be a more reasonable line on the ground that can save a lot of physical strength, which the plateau is very important.
Behind the mountains I saw that the wind shaking Yi-an unknown flower.

Subsequent period is not long palace to the steep slope (which is at the moment is concerned, and we subsequently compared to here simply is a broad road.) Towering Potala Palace built in the Red Hill of Britain, from the back door can be directly into the center of the Red Palace. The wings of the White House floor Jing-Song, overlay.
There are songs came from the sky. Looking upward, red walls green glazed tile, the original home more than a dozen Tibetan women are being rammed wall the name of it, I reach for the camera, singing respite, and it is spreading down the burst of merry laughter.

Potala Palace, tickets 70 yuan.
Admittedly, our understanding of Tibetan culture limited to billboards on the front of that brief description, only know that the Potala Palace was built because the Tang Princess Wen Cheng of Tibet, while Abdallah's name is derived from the ancient India's southern coast a hill. Guanyin is said that there are three temples, India's "Buda" (Po) is one of them, then Songtsan, vertical and horizontal snow of the king, Is it also a devout Buddhist?
Jane most want to see Yes, I was wandering a strange land that Princess Wen Cheng. San Yuan Lu Yao, this westerly wind beyond the Great Wall, Chen Sha also went to the snow in the Wei Chang, also went to do?

Do not know. Looking back, Lhasa is enveloped in a cloud, fog.

Flying Red Dust --- Meet in the story of Tibet (5)

The sun pierced the clouds, sprinkle on the red walls.
The back door of the Potala Palace is far from awe-inspiring imagined grandeur, the heavy wooden doors have been spotted mottled lighter, the high limit has already been riding a wooden became concave. Standing outside the door, nothing to see inside the dark is unclear, but we know that countless glory and dreams, a great place and the legend is here. We are a little hesitated a moment, you step into it!

Could see nothing! Yi Gu smell of butter flavor come a little to adapt a bit dark, we discovered that, here is the lights on, perhaps because of fire safety reasons, lighting design very cleverly, but this way, the expense of lighting, the entire living room also seemed particularly dark.
Several foreigners in front of us from time to time whispering with. Do not know why because, from the moment the threshold into the beginning, I had a depressed feeling to see Jane, and parasol, but also speechless.
Surprising that the lama was a tour guide fluent in English. Ancient pagoda of the Dalai Lama before the lights are bright eliminate butter, devout Tibetans who rushed through the crowd to bow their heads, and only one drawing tourists east west wave of arbitrary standing, listening to monks who tell the story of the construction of the pagoda, from time to time issue burst of wonder, or sigh, do not know is that to explain, or because the jewelry on the Fa Wu Lian.
We are to follow, and we can work together guides joke laughter, along with their extravagant for the monks exclaimed, watching with a little practice can not read the cultural trance.
We followed the narrow wooden ladder on board, and we followed through the dark corridor, we'll follow in the front of the statue do not know the name of money, we'll follow without knowing the name of the Fa Wu ago Sunday, we follow the scriptures before the blind, We followed the murals hang around before, and we walked past and totally can not remember the way, we only know that to follow.

The only memory, is a small parasol to see a young lamas under the reading lamp in the dark, then the focus. Indus walked over, opened the cover of exquisite binding: "Modern social etiquette."

Boring!
But no choice but to mix a lot in this crowd, to follow. I have even a look back, but was taken aback, Jane gone!
I clearly remember that she had been walking on my side, it may pass through the dark corridor, Jane had disappeared. All of a sudden, all kinds of murals depicting the illusion appeared in my mind, I went against the body, no, ask peers Indus, but also did not see.
I cried loudly: Jane! Total disregard to my cast of bizarre vision, yes, I would like to find her.
Waist cell phone then rings, I was open, the screen is a line of words: I Jinding breathe freely, come! Jane, I smiled when I climbed the final step, panting, one would see Jane in red white hat sitting idly on the shelf, eyes closed to enjoy freedom of breathing it.
Baiyun not, the sun like magic, not help people crazy.

We are going very fast downhill, not only because of downhill, could not tell what the reason, we only have one thought, as soon as possible to leave this magnificent ground. Walked around us is the rush of the wave of another wave of visitors.
Even looking back, the tall wall in the sun even more towering, red and white, group F, overlap, is really spectacular weather.
Gratuitous remembered saying: all good, but they do not like.

Lhasa night is far from attractive, well-known way of young people is also due to the sky with light rain the night market has become more deserted. We are bored of browsing for a while, it bored them.
Pleasant surprise is Jane found opposite the hotel in Asia, actually there is a small cafe, the price 6 / hour, speed giant slow, but for us this bug is already very, very satisfied. Later, I took a look at the actual in Lhasa, Internet cafes are many, especially in the semi-government-run Beijing West Road was a post office, the speed really does quite well.

Good morning, everyone got up early, as planned, we will Gyangze --- --- Shigatse Tingri, all the way to go to Mount Everest.
Master Wong was on time, even before 8.00, Toyota 62 medium-us leave it at that hospital to see carriage, Sun Ge is sleepy eyes deceive loose, I could not get the spirit of the plateau response to cruelly toss. Ah plateau plateau, 3,700 meters Sun Ge so that 5800 meters of the river Sang Lamu we supposed to?
Indus feel very bad, stuffy head, listless appearance, altitude sickness, or finally arrived. To see Jane, I am quite admire the foresight of their own together: in Chengdu, to force her to eat a sense of Kang 2, when drowsy, and now in Lhasa, Jane, but all right.

Departure, car quickly Chu Liaocheng, along the Brahmaputra and the line ---- is exactly what we coming to when the road.
Just two days, the roadside deep layer of autumn. Guo Ya River Bridge, bridge-watchers, or the day the armed soldiers stood at attention in the river wind. Yellow leaf full path, Baiyun silent, only the rustling of our car with the Mercedes-Benz.
This is the Tibetan route to take? Legend of the hardships and dangers seem very distant from us.
Huang master laughed and dangerous? Is yet to come!

Flying Red Dust --- Meet in the story of Tibet (6)

Road gradually narrow, vehicles, walking with Dangling. Ya River Bridge after a long, yellow soil along the way that is monotonous, and Shuaicao howling in the wind, with occasional scattered trees interspersed. Villagers were grazing goats Cuanshang road from time to time, but also fast hill climb, to go in the sun for a while stirring up dust.
Early Indus no pride yesterday, huddled in their seats ---- plateau for her, is not yet able to adapt; to see Jane, but it is fully prepared to head ---- a white scarf surrounded Yanyanshishi only exposed a large, dark sunglasses, it appears that the women's Western Regions Wan Ran is a veil of light Long Zhao.
Carriage silent, Sun Ge in turn a blind eye meditatively, Zhengzhou Hui mm in looking around, and I in a daze.
Turned Xiao-Po, could not help but pick up my sluggish: in front of us is a small village, jagged scattered on the hillside, hidden in the trees. White clouds, the distant mountains floating black spots, is bored of the cattle. The most joy is the roadside fields, the golden rape are in full bloom, dancing in the wind. Fang Fei Jiangnan is doing, where flowers bloom even worse, how it will not let me pleasantly surprised?

Dry Bala Yamaguchi!
No yellow master introduction, and we exclaimed in unison together, yes, that slope winds fluttering flying horse already told us that this is the first one we go to Gyantse Yamaguchi, elevation 5030 meters of the gamba la!
We can not wait to open the windows, in a small space in low spirits for so long, we are thinking too much freedom breathe. But the cold air Querang we can not help a cold war, mountain, or autumn, and now it is cold pressing.

Indus best take care of yourself and immediately put on the clothes ---- it down, but she has to Tibet, in the non-winter seasons Nanning costs a lot of tight some effort to find items. We are also fully packaged, will immediately bloated phase as the laughter, but was promptly shut up ---- that everyone feel that their breathing is inadequate, and a little smile up immediately heartbeat asthma.
Really admire the Tibetan villagers waiting at this ---- they were holding yak, only a handful of tourists who rented to camera. Occasional hook left over that we have can not stand, they really let us marvel.

Recalling the years when the road Qianshan concurrently, such as the ribbon winding roads, yet strong extended forward at the foot of the distance. Southern Hope, Rinpu Yakou edge, we immediately drunk at the Lake of the sheep.

Opening data, writes: Yamdrok Lake, Tibet, one of the three holy lakes, elevation 4441 meters from east to west 130 km, 70 km from north to south, depth 20-40 m, is the largest inland lake in the northern foot of the Himalayas.
"Yang Zhuo" meaning of Tibetan as the upper pasture, "Yong" is "jasper" means. "Yangzhuoyong Lake" is the meaning of the above coral lake.

But now, Yang Zhuo Yong quietly lying on the col, the rain, away, as if cut from the sky ribbon tied under the hillside, azure blue, and blue sky in general goes for! Is a lake in heaven? Or days on the lake?
Could not help but think of Mr. Zhu Ziqing, he just saw in that little green xianyan, they give birth to so many feelings, if let him see this line in the roof of the world is not dyed blue belt Qian Chen, I do not know what will make sense! And this blue lake, peacefully lying on the edge of clouds below the snow-capped mountains, green grass slope between the lake, this wonderful combination of color, so that we feel like being in a fairy-tale world.

Huang, see our master a long time to accept defeat, with a smile Do not worry, from here, we will be down the tube with a forward jasper, and from the pass down to the lake, there is a 30-minute drive it, so you have seen enough .
We also laughed. Jane said that this lake is the sky fairy change it? Just do not know whether they would welcome uninvited guests like us? You see, such a quiet heaven and earth, who are willing to go to scare it?

Sheep Sheep Lake Lake ah, we are one step closer you are.

Author: yixians