Let Tibet skim the body -1
1,
Abdallah in front of extremely dignified.
Is a piece of land, survived in my dreams, and constantly shaking dancing, a full decade.
Speechless to heaven. Blue blue sky, the big chunks of white clouds swept slowly drift away ......
Ten years ago, went into Tibet to me, not so much a dream, might as well say that a slogan: trendy and misty. Vague, he also disclosed a little bit of bones in a friendly, occasionally unexpected out, high-pitched to accelerate the speed of blood flow, and yet Mokemingzhuang.
Ever since the San Mao, the word on the street being addicted to the taste of the romantic culture. Ten years ago, simple things on her own and began traveling the world when the self-righteous in the chest which had filled with the feeling of wandering. Later, much the way to go before we know the street is that many people are overwhelmed, the street side, of course need to bones temperament.
Clearly remember that time off the train, step on your feet for the first time be able to realistically on the land at the destination when remains silent, a surge of real excitement is in the body cavity where the left red right protrusion, it can Mok Yu.
At that moment, his freeze-frame of a dream: we must walk in Tibet, see Napian plateau.
About that time, the slogan of Tibet, had the crowd around me, practically an epidemic. Before us, there are two artist friends have around Tibet, and brought back some distant fragments of the story: one person had been on the Qinghai-Tibet Highway wolves chased the other in the Qinghai-Tibet Highway has met with an accident overturned ..... .
In the young hearts, after these stories, his face will add a touch of heavy self-confidence. Then, Zheng Jun's song "Back to Lhasa," swept across the entire land of China, Tibet, those who know nothing of their rock and roll crowd quickly establish an idea.
My friend and classmate, almost all the shouting too: I fuck this life, we must follow a in Tibet!
Fast forward a decade. Most people had shouted slogans gradually entered the standardization of life: graduate work, to the age of marriage, sexual intercourse on time, plan buy a house, planning a child ...... no one will mention Tibet, and he remembered that he had been standing in quarters the windowsill, facing the roar outside, too: Lhasa! I'm going to Lhasa! !
Tibet has become their sincere impulse, the dream became a blink of an eye followed the slowly expanding material desires.
And I put the phrase when the young self-proclaimed slogan, wrapped in hide, slowly enrichment.
Traveled the entire decade. Gradually, eventually found himself wandering a little tainted with the taste, as friends and colleagues around the thought that I have been living a kind of erratic in life, romantic and obsolete.
Tourism has become one of my hard to break away the spirit of the drugs, and slowly the drug carries the characteristics of tourism to infiltrate their own lives: Life on the child travels with Yi Gu taste - no roots and no longer in accordance with people's convention running track.
People say that I lived a life go beyond norms.
That is their norm, not mine. In fact, I have never had crossed my own specifications.
They do not believe that floated here and there is also a genuineness of life steadily and surely.
I think not.
I slowly walked to "enter Tibet" collection into the last seed, wait for it once in full bloom.
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"About Tibet" I stand alone in the journey is also done for some time prior to the slogan of love.
I once thought that I would certainly join with the woman I love into Tibet. Because I always thought that, in the arduous travel, I is the most exciting and most clean, and I let her have this time.
I would go with a beloved woman in Anhui Shexian, Yixian County, sketching; together to Yunnan, Dali, Lijiang painting; go Shanxi Xiangfen, Hukou paint. At that time, I have no doubt love.
We say good, you must go to Xinjiang's Kashi, come along Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. Then get married, and then a lifetime.
Break up when I know: two people agree, not one person can complete.
From then on I started to travel alone.
Travel alone in Gansu, Qinghai, when one night in the moonlight under the Tar inside the only solution. All of a sudden everything shook before his eyes, chest feeling stirring inside overstepped control, I am looking for someone to share, I am no longer unable to control their own silence.
I called a woman. Once on shore, that I suddenly found that telephone: She is my former girlfriend, now wife had been married a man.
Thus, in Jiayuguan sunset, I was again in front of awestruck by all the time, only the choice of silence in the end.
This is the journey alone must bear the heavy: single trip, the most have been shocked by the time that is seen, and sentiment of the immediate nature, and he is followed by the purest most natural time. Is looking for individuals to share their most happy time.
Think about it! The first person out of my mind, absolutely is a favorite.
If the thought of, there is no doubt that this woman I love her. Love deeply, because she is only alive in my heart above, I will not get the feeling of their most exciting dance with her.
My mind no longer impossible to escape to a person, they had to silence, like a cold stone.
Therefore, the most shocking single journey time, that is their most solitary of the most quiet time. Lonely and haughty, desolation and sadness, a downright wolf feeling.
The feeling is only in an instant rise in my heart, no-Pei enemy. Now every time this time, I always take my own throw nature, by them have the final say.
Two years later I fell in love with another woman. When I feel I'm serious, I intend to take her travels Pingyao.
Because it failed to request the leave, she missed Pingyao, I am still single trip.
In Pingyao ancient city to see the big picture of this: dim lights, the two old men in the light pole next to the Bai Qi, surrounded by a group of chattering children, there is a naughty one with his body being disproportionately crooked bike riding come riding over the past ......
It reminds me of his childhood. I grabbed the phone to her playing in the past, she did not start.
Later, she was such a comfort to me depressed: It does not matter, as well as Tibet, the Tibetan us!
Tibet did not become "our Tibet," we broke up. Because of unbearable, she fled to our city, a man went to England alone.
Later I learned: I went into Tibet and love has nothing to do. I went into Tibet, because it is my dream.
Sometimes, a person's dream is entirely a gesture of refusal to the invasion.
I heard someone shouting Tanggula pass a woman's name, do not know it was the most shocking moment that he, or a slogan has long been premeditated.
And I refuse to slogans.
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Mom had sense of loss and happy to say: you are a mustard seed of life, Where is that spreading where the ......
I live in Beijing, eleven years, but I never think my roots in Beijing.
I think every tourist, are their own growth. Like a mustard seed, and threw into a place where the lessons in nutrition, to form seed, awaiting the next time it was taken away by the wind once again grow.
Tibet is my last seed.
Ten years time, I have visited almost all the whole of China. In addition to the northeast - that would require an extremely cold winter to visit; apart from Taiwan - because that Qianbian of Chen Shui-bian has not invited me; In addition to Hainan - It was a place aphrodisiac, too soft, leaving after the honeymoon to do with -- - If I accidentally attempt to marry words.
For the first time within reach Tibet independence five years ago, tour of Qinghai. The railway station square in Xining, many cars into Tibet, the fare is 280 yuan.
I am extremely depressed. End of Xining, because the payment of the hard-seat tickets back to Beijing, I pocket on the left less than 50.
I am fiercely attacked for a foul language, are increasingly expanding the seeds escaped Chuaizhuo Beijing.
Last year alone brigade Inagi, I found that I had put the Qinghai-Tibet line, the Sichuan-Tibet line, the left half of the Yunnan-Tibet line. I am even more longing for Tibet, and I'll give it time travels to take the name of "the final enclosure."
Around July of this year in Xinjiang, went to Yecheng's extremely depressed when I started: the left one as long as the off-road vehicles, I walked into Tibet Shiquanhe had.
30-day tour of Xinjiang after August 19th I returned to Urumqi.
I have enclosed in Tibet. Is to the final seeds of flowering time.
And a lot of people do not like, I was the last option in Tibet. I have to travel with a mature outlook into Tibet. But I can not wait any longer: more and more ducks into Tibet; a few years after the Lhasa to pass the train; said to Ali, airport construction has begun feasibility study, as a result, Beijingers can do one of Ali " Golden Holiday on the 7th Tour. " - To know that in China, the development - the development of scenic areas or cultural landscape - is often a frightening word.
In Urumqi, I put travel plans for a month long extension and decided to Tibet. I worked day and night to complete the "Tour of Xinjiang," all the Travels; to a friend gave me to play money; put off because the cart and re-dip the soles good; the unused part of the luggage by post back to Beijing ......
August 23 departure from Urumqi, 27, crossing the Tanggula pass.
Seed finally sprouted!
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Friends who always gave me the information about Tibet, in their view, take that Tibet is an extremely dangerous thing; and I will definitely go again.
I do not think is dangerous, because walking in the city Malaysia road, there may be a bubble just had a little girl's drunken driver killed sleepwalk.
I have never read such information.
This is my style. I do not want to be saddled with a good framework to describe, "proof" to "nod" to "is really the case." I am free, I have the same perception of freedom, Tibet should also be a poised stance, calmly, as always, with thousands of breathing, let me go free to perceive.
I just want to open the body, with my eyes the sky Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, with my nostrils gateway to the plateau of thin air, with my head pain in the plateau response, with my chest up to the plateau to the customs, with my feet to take the switch to mountain trail, with my response to the plateau people's honest smile ......
Tibet can never be a perception by reading and understanding can be wilderness. Only the Town can, because cities are basically stereotypes produced: There are clogging an endless stream of cars, there are want to reach for the stars refuse oath with God, there is one after another high-rise buildings, there are crowds of Eat Drink Man Woman; the red-light district, there is the financial Street, there are beggars, there mistress ......
Also, there are too many books and provocative words: What "into Tibet is a modern visitors every ultimate dream"; what "as the Earth's life must be to see the elegance of the world Britain"; what "you have to touch the touch Recent sky from the ground "; what" You have to feel restricted the lives of 5,000 meters above sea level as those other people's lives "and so on.
Blindly pursue "the most" in fact does not make sense, instead letting people inexplicably to extremely intoxicated, and sometimes it is really a simple and superficial happiness, submerged a lot of real perception.
In recent years, the Tibetan language can be described as voluminous, I just like the title: "I am the eyes of Tibet." Who can say we have written Tibetan language is it? We have written, mostly in Tibet from our minds left after crossing the shadow. For Tibet, everyone has, or a clear or vague feelings and cognition, may be different, but can only be in Tibet is Tibet.
I just want to open themselves completely to allow Tibet from my soul through.
Non-Ichiro 2002,09,03 in Lhasa
Author: fylfeimi
