The next morning, all of the group are by reservation time to come and lobby, waiting for a guided us into the restaurant breakfast. I wore the sleeve T-shirt, jeans, jacket cotton jacket (Shanghai now are suffering in the 38-degree heat, but here in the morning is really a bit cold), sun hat, sunglasses, heavy head, I still feel a little daze, I do not know came to the Holy Land of Lhasa get too excited, or the relationship between altitude sickness, anyway that is a little taste of the lack of realism. Her husband is not very speech, perhaps he is not too comfortable (Tibet Tourism Bureau told us that generally reacted strongly to men than women, obese people than lean people reacted strongly to the athletes reacted strongly than the average person). Suddenly, sitting next to me, a young tour members to stand up, straight into the corner of the lobby, big mouth to vomit up, it was a great young man should be the body, because he looked very strong, but now ... ... This is the plateau response to an expression of it? !
After breakfast, we boarded, ready to go to the Potala Palace. One of them have high blood pressure in middle-aged tour has also brought a large pillow oxygen (being prepared), a later date to prove that he is really a wise move. When again see the Potala Palace, when I truly looked at her standing on the surface of Lhasa Shi Di, I really went into raptures, only too happy to have made friends in Shanghai, such a mobile phone short message: "finally a true stood before the Potala Palace, and was completely overwhelmed. This time, my life full of!. " Suddenly, the first is no longer dizzy, is not the Buddha spirit appeared and fantastic (in that kind of environment, there must be this feeling).
We walk up slowly behind the Potala Palace, Lhasa at an altitude of 3680 meters, 119 meters high to climb the Potala Palace, true than in the plains up to conquer a mountain is more difficult. Walk a few steps, I stopped down a few big mouth on the breath, as if in school when the long-distance 800-meter like tired, and even raised the camera is always shaking, but I came, Tibet; I come Lhasa; I come, the Potala Palace, I dream of the most sacred places. Blue sky, blossoming cotton wool clouds, the Red Palace Abdallah, Abdallah of the White House, I really come, I truly stand in the most sacred land, the most sacred palaces.
Inside the Potala Palace, almost no lights, only lights lit butter lamps burning inside, I do not know how many years has been burning for centuries, and the ground is also greasy, such as overturned what, in fact, it is long point of butter lamps results. Tour guide told us that in order to protect the wall murals, if renovated would be meaningless, but if not protect, what will because there are people milling tourists and pilgrims who were damaged, so only the low point of butter lamps lighting the one you can to save electricity, two of butter to the air can play a role in protecting the murals, again can increase the Potala Palace, the mystique.
Pagoda in too many, too many real body, the Potala Palace is really Canglongwohu place. When we listen to tour guides to explain, there would always wave of wave of the Tibetan people from passing by their eyes reveal devout, armed with bags of butter and spoon, they carefully before the Buddha in each one butter Add the butter lamps, mouth mutter prayers, they will not miss any one, they focus on, the devotion, the only way to the Potala Palace. While filling everywhere tired of getting tired of the thick sweet smell of butter to make my visitors arrived in Tibet, some nausea, but seeing that these seem to be born just to come to the Potala Palace to pray for Tibetans who really by their sincerity can affect even the admiration. Some of the elderly Tibetans, perhaps because of the long-term bear weight, so Zhibuqiyao came, they left the Po-chu, right hand turn clockwise to turn the prayer wheels, would manage to lift their heads, face the wrinkles deep and dense, full of determination to strive to use hoarse voice mutter prayers, with cloudy eyes and look but focused in front of them will arrive; some may be in northern Tibet to Tibetans (I heard that the standard of living badly), they are carrying in Shanghai do not see the old-fashioned hot water bottle, picked up the pace and went to the Buddha before it is not drying of the liquid-like home-grown within the butter into the butter lamps, at the moment I am really feeling a lot, maybe they are a years of harvest will be very limited, but they still chipped in butter dedicated to the Buddha, perhaps it will be their one month, or half a year of income; some of the Tibetan people for the whole family together to worship, they are holding children, covered with dust, stained with greasy gray head and grass (real situation), while walking recited scriptures. At that moment, I realized that in this sacred place for Tibetan Buddhism, the Buddha how supreme, how omnipotent Buddha, where the people are all regarded her yearning, and only the Buddha's presence in the world was beautiful ... ...
Down from the Potala Palace, came Abdallah square, we started taking pictures, cameras, I have murdered her and her husband have a lot of film, after all, this is the Potala Palace, ah! Really great people in Tibet, the Potala Palace is really great!
Author: maggiezw
