The rising sun the sun of my head warm, lazy to go to the camp. On the road hit a pair of Chengdu couple, the same color of the flat head, like the extra baggage of the face has a happy marriage phase. Small talk for a while, know that they go to camphor wood, and accompanying the girls go the same way, hastened to introduce them know. They heard I was from Shanghai, but also the peers of Shanghai Lao Dong introduced to me.
In their room to see when the Lao Dong, no more care. Only heard of him from yesterday to this, until now have altitude sickness, bedridden, and some sympathy. However, the short period of time it can feel his enthusiasm. Kung urged him to join me in learning to live pa lang. At that time I was ignorant of Lhasa, unhesitatingly agreed.
To leave the road, the Mitsubishi line of Lao Dong did not affect the fast-and-run. We are still with their aging Jeep with its constant hum measured pace and our patience. But I am grateful for it shuffling going on, and that makes me and that the separation of wood measures not so quickly, so unbearable.
This is like a farewell my dear, I'm willing to go to the railway station, I could carrying her luggage sent to cars, to help her arguments about the narrow bed, in a noisy environment quiet holding her hand, or suffer from Beware of grief say their words. Is then broadcast and crew to get out, on the platform and sealed in the glass where she waved, but when she looked always mixed with the silhouette on the reflective glass, the fuzzy one. Then, listening to the whistle, listening to the press wheels clatter over the rails of the Ah sound, listening to the whistling sound of her departure. Finally, turn around, move, she felt a more comprehensive by her possession.
Farewell to the pier is good, and had sent quite a few students go there. Dalian Institute of leaving the Army that, in the Dalian port is also still brooding farewell. A ship's 18-year-old wearing a green military uniform, squeeze Langan side, toward the shore, singing instructors 'Camel', crying, until the blue of the sea swallowed up our line of sight. At that time did not understand why be so sad. Would now like to, perhaps inadvertently feel the difference this time would definitely be goodbye, and those far apart to officers who, after how to do this and then find them in the vast human does. Therefore, I think, good-bye's more difficult parting of the more grief.
Hated to the airport is to give as gifts. Having no good-bye, she disappeared behind the door in the screening, and people no time to prepare, not as anti-soldier. Even worse is that this person needs to go to a closed machine, completely disappeared. I remember times in the south of Hongqiao Airport to send a friend, temporary good-bye said he was sorry did not see snow in Shanghai. I do not want an airport, the sky will be Piaoqi the sparse snow and immediately called to her, the results off the computer. Later, talking about each other are sorry will not do.
And I and that wood measures the difference and the same inertia that my article. In particular, when the crosses slowly, when it measures the ultimate disappearance of wood in the mountains behind, I was sentimentally attached to a sore back twisting the neck diluted.
In the mountain road saw a Jetta向那wood measures speeding away to see our Tibetan drivers marvel that had never seen a Jetta opened in, even dare to open so fast. (Here buried a hint that this car will appear below.)
At noon back to when hung on the roadside waiting for ride to Lhasa. The driver took us to a restaurant door squatting, Kandian girl kept inverted so that we drink buttered tea. Very beautiful Tibetan girl, beautiful eyes, look at you would be presumptuous, if you looked at her, she would happy to laugh, more frequent pouring into your cup. I can not help but get drunk in her happy inside. When the girl who stopped a fellow passenger, greet my last car, I just want to Yi Jiaochuai the car's bottom on how far it rolled far.
Cars are local, non-stop and get off in some small village. Endless snow-capped mountains on both sides of the road. Opened more than two hours, we entered the fertile plains. People rushed cattle, plowed black soil, ready to sow. Cows were dressed in colorful, let down hard farm work also reveals some of the festive holiday.
Street trees along the road more and more dense, green, full of energy in the sun. Although no one told me, but I feel that the real has been in the vicinity of Lhasa.
Sure enough, pretty soon, he showed both sides of the city's appearance. To the station, the car, the early summer breath blowing. We are finally out of the Qinghai-Tibet line of winter into the sun of the summer the city of Lhasa. Off down jacket, with my pale skin, the city received the baptism of the sun altitude bar.
Hit a car went straight to Pakistan Lang school. Lhasa under the sun clean and tidy. When the far corner to see the Potala Palace, when I finally started to shortness of breath, feeling ill at ease. A dream for many years so real in Lhasa on my side, watching the clouds float overhead, I feel like become trance together.
Frankly speaking, to Lhasa, the first one afternoon, I have always in a state of chaos, a great happiness by creating out of chaos. This Chaos I suddenly remembered the first time love holding hands, secretly self-study at night, when visiting the playground that summer nights, like trance, the same chaos. You see, the great holy city put easily forgotten as a gift a beautiful gift to me.
That afternoon I did something? I have learned along the barao steep wooden ladder to climb, panting; to fill the blood sent to wash clothes to leave Xi'an, have never been washed body sent to wash; go to a clinic across the road for gauze, in the posted on the bulletin board of my itinerary and phone, and then坐在院子里drying my bald and open wound.
Then I saw the Lao Dong, black and red painted faces thick uneven layer of sunscreen, black and a white one, and is being laughed at by all persons passing. Lao Dong sun come together. Saw the rise of a brother lying on the third floor railing, lips purple blue, also a victim of altitude sickness, down with the sun, knowing that he is called Zhi-Fei, Nanjing to the brother; one turned away and saw a big Hutouhunao tall, is Han Han's on the second floor watching us Shale, called down with the sun, called paradise, Xi'an study's younger brother; Chengdu, the beautiful couple and their friends come, beauty called Luo, push lightly on my bald head look at my wounds, the mouth tut sound; Then suddenly someone yelled in my head, wearing a hat grown doubled up, It's incredible that a man had come from the Yunnan-Tibet line Wang Li, is to ask her Yunnan-Tibet line situation, are asking people, only obediently in their hats to wear, although the heart can not tell the wronged: (
Fast down the sun, we strolled out of balan study, in a side alley yard wandering around the bustling bazaar where to buy paste bottled yogurt drink, party, or not eat artificially sweetened how noisy the whole day, disarray I first ate a bottle of light. Along the way they encountered the same to the girl, as well as one thousand people who obviously want to join in the fun. Finally, a dozen or carrying 5 yuan to buy a bottle of highland barley wine to the Jokhang Temple side of the restaurant for dinner.
Is a family favorite restaurant foreigners, packages extremely difficult to eat, we started you thinking on his own basin of the terrible, one time, everyone was busy interchange plate dishes, hoping to improve, busy for a while and found all kinds of packages The unpalatable degree Nanfenbozhong only quiet down. Then start drinking, Chengdu and his wife, Luo, peer girl, Li Wang tomorrow morning to camphor; another promised land set aside and go there early tomorrow morning wood measures, it is really a positive and eight tight in order to bid farewell party ah!
Wang Li something happens first, the appointment bin phoned me to continue to drink. Back to barao learn the way Luo began to altitude sickness, I gave him the medicine with her, hoping she could smooth the target. Tomorrow have to go back to sleep, and everyone parting. I took flying Chi Bar continues to drink, and told him that drinking may be the elimination reaction, Zhi-Fei holding urgent becoming a disease of the spirit of the promise to try, was I dragged into a side bar of the auspicious day.
Sit down, some people have called me, about me go-Yunnan-Tibet. Together soon to drink, chat will only know that he is driving a Jetta insist forcing their way and that wood that measures of the Big Brother, all the way from Shenzhen to open to. Feel affinity for, could not resist another point of the half-dozen beers. Zhi-Fei found that drinking increased his reaction disappointed to go back to continue the struggle, and headaches. Wang Li was late, and chat sessions Jetta brother go first in. Wang Li had a ride and I did not take one of the chat. She took my phone playing, I suddenly looked at the screen asking: 'Why do you above the words "warmth of spring"? 'I insisted on half-drunk's head and said:' nothing to feel Come spring, and spent quickly opened, to inform myself. 'She stared at me for a moment and smiles: you are a weirdo, interesting.
We are out of the bar when the streets empty. We seem to have forgotten good-bye, walked towards the direction of their own. So far there is no good-bye and may never be good-bye.
After three days in Lhasa, many people like, like tonight, and I know, and I drank, and then disappear the next day early morning clean, like water flowing through the same Lhasa, flowing through my memories, in addition to Xiaoyu.
Author: xiangdaipian
