Gonggar airport is the world's highest airport do? I do not know. I just got off the plane to see n people will not go away, pointing to the mountains not far away, or Gongga two characters as the background photo, until the security to evict. Airport and small that there is only one baggage conveyor belt, a few flights of several hundred people were crowded around the packed. Impatient people who can not wait for conveyor speed, simply go directly to the delivery of luggage to take a small truck.
Moderating our actions, endeavor to comply on a non-violent movement in the plateau asked, large bags of luggage onto the truck finally departing. We received a Tibetan driver, Hanshi warm smile immediately shortened the distance between them, intuition told me that he was a good person, good impression Dunsheng. Drivers self-introduction is called Luo Dan, loyalty of Tibetan Buddhists, have elementary knowledge of Buddhism, his son when the monks in the Potala Palace. By Luo Dan's own words is 108 floors, when he was on the first level. But for those of us in terms of stage that has been a non-climbing, and the height.
62 Toyota Land Cruiser ride along the highway travel to Lhasa, most of the donkeys have rented the car through Ali. Autumn leaves yellow poplar, golden light under the sun jumping, like my heart is usually in the children singing songs of joy. "Sky, yellow leaves land." In addition to the Buddha carved on the stone walls, I have the impression is actually the most famous "Hu closet" - is said to be Hu x then to Lhasa patronized toilet. Oh, are attracted into the solution is also a problem. Oh, even the entrance fee of the Tibetan old people sitting around, and the eyebrow of good eyes, kindly to red make us laugh.
Asia hostel has a typical Tibetan style. The white pulp side of the wall, red flat roof, four-pane mounted on the wall, the bright curtains dance in the wind. Compound parked sport utility vehicle full of colors, courtyard there is a rattan frame, unknown prop up a shade plant wrapped, all kinds of skin colors of people enjoy the warmth of the sun altitude, or reading, or notes, or simply do nothing doing, squint revel in reverie. A message board on the wall, mostly invited to post a perfect mountain climbing.
A look at the table, almost half past six. They tried to persuade the first day I get more rest and less activity. I persisted in his refusal, because of scheduling urgent, I only have this opportunity this afternoon to the Jokhang Temple, not to mention here, only a stone's throw away from the Jokhang Temple. A grit one's teeth, help me explain Dustin placement luggage, the gate waved summoned a tricycle, hastily rushed to the Jokhang Temple. Tickets bought before the mouth from the monks learned that there are two hours away from closing time then.
Temperature and humidity of the temple was filled with the aroma of butter, dark brown oily could not conceal the magnificent old, dressed in dark red cassocks, lamas recite scriptures groups to sit together.
Worship followed by an old woman, and she Qi Fu, I would only clap along; she fondle, I would only subsequently imitated; she Busch, I would only follow chip in; she added a bowl of butter, I subsequently picked up the butter bucket inside a wooden spoon; she Fudao in the Buddha's feet, I am leaning face on the silk of light along the Ga clothing; she Ceerlingting try their hand voiceless, I followed the Banbi buried in the dark stone of the greasy. There is no distracting thoughts in mind I only know that harbor reverence, just muddle their way energetically to all of the golden prayer wheels turn clockwise rotation.
The instruments used in low blows, and I hurriedly ran outside, the Quartet's large blue-glass sky hanging over my head low, I was a frog in a well, alone in the courtyard of dwelling on this aspect, but can not find go to the temple at the top of the entrance. Looking at four weeks, only the language barrier of the Tibetan followers shaking turning cylinders, look steadily forward, the mouth mutter prayers from my side pass by.
Two little girl into my line of sight, the students should be able to speak Putonghua bar. Sure enough, they let me in-situ wait a moment and jump left, and while they skipped back the hands of more umbrellas. The two Tibetan girl, simple, kind, warm and hospitable, is also not afraid of hygiene. One of the cell phone hanging from his chest, the other wearing a gold earring, the Tibetan people's affluence is evident ah.
Above, a drag, under a care obstinately my clumsy movements of people did not dare to get strong on the highest point of the roof of the Jokhang Temple. Feels really good, standing in the Dianding Kim Guang Cancan, the setting sun distribute heat Pumian hit, people seem to exposure to illusion. At that moment, two little girl's innocent smile is always reflected in the the Jokhang Temple before the depths of my memory. ( "The U.S. duo Zhuoga" is a rose mean?! Zhaxi Lhamo and Tsering Choedron ah, you gave me the names of really beautiful, like a brilliant sun is equally brilliant, sweet smile.)
Touched by the parting made me take off his necklace when Tsering gave me a souvenir, although not worth any money, but made me touched Xili crash, and do not know the absolute sincerity in the heart of gold like what to say before.
The sun was setting and went to the Potala Palace, White Tower and the crowd to join. Without the sun's heat, the temperature dropped rapidly. Hostel walking back to the way the wind move by the cold. Not a bath, something to eat casually chops down the sleep. Zhu brother great battle to be the windows open, that is not enough oxygen at night is not the case.
Sleep late at night, wake up, and some hair low heat, cold sweat out a another one. In the dream, still singing softly echoed, "Oh, I see a mountain mountains a seat, a seat connected to mountains and rivers, yeah啦cable, that is, Qinghai-Tibet Plateau ..."
Author: shelphen
