Let Tibet skim the body -9
2002,09,05 Drepung songs
1, fin de siecle's paradise
Is probably the younger generation, the United States, bar, and their spiritual sustenance in the rapidly developing world, one foot Cai Kong, so they simply gave up just sustenance; they created a "Beat" This word, and the collapse of the mess. Their pupils are always hollow and misty, direct account of the collapse of their inner world.
Lhasa still Piaoyu last night, rainy night in the city overall appear soft; while soft entangled stories of many men and women a hotbed.
Lhasa, there are many bars, they are a lot of young Chinese fin de siecle's paradise.
They may collapse the non-collapse to rot in Lhasa.
Lhasa outsiders, there are a bunch of very interesting people: They do not look at the Potala Palace, Jokhang Temple do not look at; do not Ali, not to Everest; day and sleep at night rotten in the bar. Lhasa is not for them to travel, but in order to stage their own decadent soul can find a comfortable home parasitic idleness.
Might is a lost love, or life's flow, and short to the long course of a normal life, brought a setback to enlarge their casual decadence and sorrow, we have reason to go to Lhasa to do a parasite.
Lhasa is fitting that they host the.
Since it is a parasitic, they also need nutrients: for example, a variety of flavors intertwined fortunes, it is probably the best way to healing. - We should know that development of the world today, even women have the right to encounter a "Yan Yu."
And so they spend a low pitch darkness in the day, and then return to their respective teeth hate the city, continue to live.
I was always not used to such a decay, in my opinion, some people really are rotten too outrageous.
So I do not want to patronize any of a bar in Lhasa.
2, with regard to charity
Is still the morning rain, which enabled me to rot in cyber cafe with a rate of every day to continue my travels bindings.
(Koko said that there are a lot of altar Sina donkey donkey donkey sector higher, you should share with them the exchange. Exchanges, exchanges, I landed on donkey altar, just-do-to put their own fresh-baked bindings to a piece of stinking hanging in the forum, waiting for donkey all walks of life who come to gossip.)
Ali is in the affirmative to go, and bad a few days later, I posted a note on the plan were peers of the hook.
Brings a sudden want to go to Nepal, so phone in Beijing, so a friend of my passport over Speedpost. - Since it is a resigned, let me once its your fill of the crazy!
Lhasa is still pretty generous, bright sunny day, half gave the afternoon.
Fall in. out from the cafes to Drepung Monastery.
Lamasery see more, though I was an architect, but also the pattern of the temple do not want any further charges and configuration of the ink.
When he first entered the temple was blocked by two Tibetan girl, who stretched out dirty little hands, used a very special words to begging: "Money, to me!" - If not two thin face small Girls, on this well-deserved taste of dice, is entirely the tone of daylight robbery.
I can give the kids candy, give school-age kids pencil, but I refuse to give money. Way trip to Tibet, I did not give any beggar even a penny, even if they are to firmly Guzhu either side of my legs.
I am opposed to the begging children money. Perhaps the Tibetans and Gypsies, Arabs, have a tradition of begging, but the people never thought of charity money: it is because of the wave of another wave of tourists charity, it cultivated the habit of beggars begging. A child from an early age began to beg, begging, and wondering all kinds of techniques, it can expect him to have grown up after the tough works of art?
Moreover, there are many beggars who are not worthy of compassion.
I am in Beijing on the flyover across the street had such an experience: to see a disabled elderly people prostrate in the hot sun baking on the concrete deck begging, and finally moved compassion, gave him fifty cents. Did not expect the old beggar actually looked up and said with disdain: only fifty cents! Give point do!
Koizumi was furious, from his begging box which saved his own fifty cents for a one-fifth of the steel collapse child and threw it to the post and sped away.
3, Ang Zhen Haji songs
Qin at the Drepung Monastery measures square in front of the Basilica of the side of a Tibetan artist are colorful carved Mani stones; the other side of the guy a few sat on the floor with them a greeting I used to drink butter tea.
Drank two bowls, they indicate Can I help them posed for pictures with the measures chin hall, send them photos.
Of course.
Visit Drepung Monastery was very full one will take time. Occasionally meet one or two monks chat a few words, Chinese less so, English is actually very good.
Be out of the gate, when suddenly heard the distant Tibetan women came to a high of melodious singing it mildly.
Roots seeking the source, and finally found that 67 Tibetan women sitting on the roof of a tall Buddha Hall Ramming, that song is a combination of the ramming of the rhythm of their singing out.
Very good listening!
Fee for a long time enthusiasm, on the 89 ladder, she finally climbed on the roof of the hall. Finally to see to understand, and they were in the maintenance hall roof parapet.
Their maintenance is very primitive way: Since the earthquake needs, the temple hall of the wall are half a meter wide, a few Gen Mugun the edge of the parapet an easy ride up the scaffolding, they are either sitting on the scaffolding, or direct squatting parapet on; Each staff which have only a wooden club. Their labors way: the side of the parapet above the sprinkler while beating the wall with the wooden club.
Beat their uniform, very rhythm, accompanied by the rhythm of their own beat, singing folk songs in tune.
I raise my camera ready to shoot when they are half of them looked away and half of them hand over his face, giggled incessantly.
Were dropped.
They continued to sing. I was in their daughter across the wall to sit down.
I watched a long time finally found a little doorway: the end of each song, paused for a rest, always high-pitched by one person to another one at the outset they sang songs, different songs have different percussion rhythms, their frequency of flying wooden club and ways to change slightly. At the outset were not fixed, six or seven actually everyone can at the outset, and the voices are very good, gently and sonorous.
Unfortunately, I am not a music artist, or recorded onto tape, paused for finishing can be published.
I sat there, lit a cigarette, will be watching them fly a wooden club, a long time listening to their singing, gradually forgetting the existence of their own ......
After a long parapet wall above the singing at the outset that the most recruited a woman waving at me; Hey! We sing one, you can also sing a Well!
Me?
Hurriedly waved: I can not sing, I can help you work!
Women laugh to indicate I climbed the scaffolding.
Climb Quzuo good. A woman helped me in the face of a length above the parapet spraying Sheung Shui, and the other handed me a wooden club. I followed them to a dry start to play live.
They continued to sing, their wooden club began to beat rhythmically together. The rhythms and straightforward, it did not take long, I can accurately play with co-produced along with them, "percussion" of.
To recruit me on the scaffolding of women in the name Ang Zhen Hajj, and the rest are all together from the village of Zhaxikangsa sisters. They want to work on the roof of this hall for seven days.
As participation in the "percussion" I can finally give them a photo.
Ang Jane is a warm and hearty Alhaji woman, and she took my camera, laughingly land to a board is being followed by the word with everyone to create "percussion" and I take pictures, shoot a photo.
Then they Jijigugu to whisper a few words, along with ulterior motives laughter. See them all grinning at me, I know: they must have been joking around with me to use the Tibetan language. At this time, I saw the youngest woman began pushing and shoving that Tibetan women sitting beside companion.
Understand, it is estimated bunch of them a woman is to marry my youngest sister had.
Sister quite good looking, thin waist, white teeth, bright and penetrating eyes. Although the really dark spots, but the non-Koizumi, I had nearly two months of drying in Xinjiang, Tibet, the sun, it is like a charcoal black.
Anyway, how did not lose, I said: "As long as she wished, I'd no opinion. Otherwise, I have told her to go home, right?"
A group of women rock with laughter, laughing incessantly.
Sister Fei reddening, truly beautiful ......
As the sun sets, I climb down from the scaffolding; down the bowl Jane Haji postal address, told them I will send pictures to everyone over the.
Walked down the hall roof, heard behind them began to sing songs, let me not help but slow down, slowly Duochu the Drepung Monastery.
Non-Ichiro 2002,09,29 in Shigatse
Author: fylfeimi
