Return back to Lhasa from Shigatse, is expected to be on the road ran for nearly a day.
From Shigatse to Lhasa on the way, I still remember an idiom deeply: "Badlands." This was seen on the way to the Nyingchi is completely different, when I also used a phrase: "beautiful mountains."
Return the way, all the way to see the rocks are bare bare, dry, weathered, less of, yellow mountain, and in the side of the road all the way to follow us is the Brahmaputra and the rivers deep and muddy colors, although the flow is not urgent but the water potential of large is not, as I imagined the turmoil of a boundless. However, this all tie in together, still gives people a dragon Huju feeling.
Close to noon, bright sun shine the whole world must shine, I feel a bit hot, sweating. The past few days, every noon, when the bright midday sun straight to sprinkle on this piece of land closest to the sun, he will feel very hot, the skin there is a slight burning sensation, but that the sun will always be with us until the evening After 9:00, when the sun will meet to leave this piece of land.
"Look, quick stop!", The car I do not know who is calling. We feel from a Yizhenyihuan wake up in the back and found the left front of our car not far from a large group of Tibetans are mostly of lining up the mouth mutter prayers in a mighty way towards the direction we had come a time In this exceedingly high road, a car and only if we do not know whether this group came to earth from heaven for devout believers. Guide busy telling us that this is the unique Tibetan Wang fruit festival, is a folk festival is a festival to pray for bumper grain harvest, these Tibetans should be a village, they may be necessary to harvest these two days crop fields, so the entire village of men and women have to dress up, turning in circles around the field and to chanting to pray. Sure enough, they all dressed in the typical Tibetan clothing, there are Shouzhi tall streamer flag, there are take turning cylinder, with both hands and instruments used, there are carrying his offerings, there are holding Hada, and also have to rely on a straw and holding drum ... ... issued in the ranks of the rhythmic sound of drums, praying sound ... ... there are columns with crutches for the elderly, there are young and strong small group, there is a woman carrying a baby, there are several Cou walk with the children, all of them are devout to slowly walk from our side of the car, and occasionally some people take a look at the rise of our car, but the sound of the mouth of the praying did not stop. On board and get off tour, the request together with the ranks of the Tibetan people a shadow, he also agreed with pride and satisfaction, but the photo has just finished, the team in a senior citizens have urged the Tibetans to keep up with that team, tour guide told We, that is the village elders should be. What a warm-hearted people and ah! What a pious and naive people, ah! Not afford to dream of these people, these madding crowd of people, how awe-inspiring ah!
Author: maggiezw
