Lhasa autumn and pleasant weather, the golden sunlight shone on the face, warm and cool. Walking in the streets of Lhasa, is a familiar figure around. Tour group after group of people to come, another Pipi to leave. Tan printed down the mountains of the Dragon King Abdallah, the Lhasa river, shady trees with unlimited full of vitality, eight science and auspicious days of the entrance gallery is still busy, I looked at all familiar, sighed, and tragic way to the Civil Aviation Ticket Office walk. Life for the first time in person queuing up to buy plane ticket, I discovered that the original trouble buying tickets is really surprising. All this has to toss in some, and finally Gaoding all the formalities, pinch of votes in the hands, rather being pinched an arrest warrant for an ordered I went back to the real world arrest warrant.
Back to the gallery to learn eight room, the atmosphere some of repression. We silently finishing a few days ago, a mess of luggage on the road, who does not speak. Looked at the tickets lying on the table, just like looking at a section of their own memories. Days to leave, although the Tibetan Plateau in the foot on the first day know this day will come sooner or later, but the inertia of thinking, let us think that this day is still far away from us. However, this day came, after all, so can not wait but the true incomparable placed before him, beyond the control of the slightest evasion and evasion. The face of this silent all, I have some sad.
Out of the eight gallery study, reached the street, in the face of the sun does not glare, I point is not just the sun glasses, will be sadness hidden in the black behind the lens. On the street was bustling, Jokhang Temple Incense smoke before, life continues, but we are about to leave. I know that this piece of land is doomed does not belong to me, but I was already part of this piece of land.
The Potala Palace, Jokhang Temple Golden Summit can be seen behind, ramming people humming a pleasant voice. Buddhist monks walked up and down, flowers in full bloom on the windowsill. Everything, everything is calm, as if time is static. However, this is not true in our context, the invisible time is lost, we are destined to be known as the passing.
Tian Sean, and boss of corruption about the proposal to find a place to eat one meal break of rice, live up we met a. Since the altimeter was gone, and we are beyond his supper tonne to the standards set long ago to the essence of corruption. Since the boss take the lead, should naturally enthusiastic person. Beijing East Road, the "Ganglameiduo" is a place where I have long wanted to go. . . . . . Days, there is a very distant snow lotus, the most Piaomiao thoughts lie, there is not only music and beer. . . . . . We enjoyed the music and beer, since Tibet's most luxurious dinner, even though the taste is not to be commended.
Night in the "Traveler" business dull, seated in twos and threes are a number of regulars. There are shelves of Tibet scenery photos. Tibet people just look at these photos, will be issued some exaggerated wonder, we just call it hypocritical. But this evening, I do not have this exposed the evil sneer, as a person about to leave, my heart filled with more than hypocritical hypocritical hypocritical, I am full of envy for them. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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. . . . . . Promise me, if you want to leave me, be sure to have told me that I will bless let you go; if not sure, do not say you love me, this is deceiving me, my heart is sorry for her children
Author: sean741031
