Always felt that too much travel before the camera, loading too much Hei Yaya's head, the real picture is only in gaps in the shallow to see some fur; but in Tibet, but always feel that the lens is too small. Pure blue sky, the holy mountain, for clean water, cool and bright air, and simplicity of the Tibetans as well as all moving and agitation, a small viewfinder, how could glance?
Temporary to the original ticket early afternoon, the news cheered me a Lao Bantian. I can go to Sera Monastery in! Sera Monastery is located in salad Wuzi mountain, and Ganden, Drepung Monastery collectively known as the three major monasteries in Lhasa. As the travel agency were scheduled the afternoon of fun, this time the temple appeared to be very clean. Road is lined with large and small halls for fear of missing one of us walked, "the" type, there is no introductory guide only blindly cursory. Here is said to originally covered with salad (wild rose), but I did not find a trace of roses, but it unexpectedly heard a child shouting:
"You are wrong, and I take you go!"
Looking back, a childlike face was directed at me laughing. He wore a very loose suit, wearing a dirty cap, obviously did not fit the shoes, hooded dust, while the swarthy skin tells me that this is a Tibetan child. Gratuitous, I actually create a good impression on him, then nodded and followed behind him.
Along the way, he was the same as the tour guide, and even more than with designated for us about. But, his Chinese is not to be commended. I almost erect ears, only a smattering of knowledge. Gradually addict to get acquaintance up, I know he called plays pull Tsering, a 11 year old, parents are long dead. He grew up in the Sera Monastery, monks rely on the occasional financial aid to maintain adequate food and clothing. For him, here is his home.
He came to Djiba Zhacang followed. In addition to horse WANG idol worship here, but also stored there in Lhasa's most famous magic weapon - vajra. Vajra is a legend that the root coming from India every year on a particular day by the Dalai Lama Vajra blessing, the faithful come to worship is almost insatiable. Hall where the Tibetans have long line, in my mind a tight, muse I do not know how long. Positive thinking, sub-pull Tsering was holding my hand, directly inside the church. Smoky room, the old monks are in accordance with the complicated procedures for people to conduct blessing, the shape of the instruments used in bizarre splendor stood. See the second pull-Tsering, a monk who kindly smile, I prostrate to the ground, head inserted into reddish Youguang the instruments used. In fear and trepidation, I accepted the blessing, got up to find that after the surprisingly nervous forgot wish. Later, second pull Tsering told me that Tibetans are not Mai Menpiao into the temple, bought tickets, tourists can enjoy priority, my heart This guilt settle.
Temple recognized Tsering's really pulling a lot of times, and he is also very sensible. Every time into the hall before we have to indicate his hat; encountered an elderly aunt, he would take the initiative to go up by the arm; met with the monks, and very politely nod and smile. In the bright sun, his face has always waves a pure smile. I can not help but want to take pictures for him, and asked him what address to send receive. His eyes flashed a trace of a loss, he did not go to school, do not write, even if it is his name. At this time, I felt my smile froze.
Always wanted to see and Tibetan Mani Dui, asking sub-pull Tsering, he smiled and nodded and took us into the monastery after the slopes. Turned a corner, eyes really see a big Mani Dui, surmounted colorful streamer. Those flake stone engraved with colorful Tibetan and exquisite patterns, mysterious and beautiful. Tibetans here have been consciously walk three times around it. Take a look around no one, I intend to go back to a quiet area to commemorate. Second pull Tsering squinting with a smile, throw away that piece of my hands, saying it was incomplete. Mani, both the original stone engraved with the Buddhist "Liuzizhenyan" and though I picked the colors, but mutilated. He was careful to pick one, afraid that I fit into a backpack, directly into their own clothes wrapped in a.
After a palace, he stopped, pointed to the cave next to a deep, said:
"I sleep at night here."
Approached the hole, inside the dim light, the musty moist rushing toward. I was speechless, his throat seemed to be something stuck. On the plateau about a day's temperature, 20 degrees, fully clothed and slept, he did not even own a quilt. When night falls, a young child curled up in this, in addition to hunger and cold, he has to bear much of the fear and helplessness. Pulling the second pull-Tsering, I leave here, afraid of losing control of those salty liquid.
Before I left, I would go out seeking a Buddhist temple, with the classics of the pendant. Look at my chest swinging cord, sub-pull Tsering from the clothes of the most inner layer pulled out a pendant with a strong Tibetan characteristics.
"This is my mother left me."
At this time, his yearning for the clear pupil of the eye where light flashing, but a little lonely.
To take us out of the Jokhang Temple is noon. I asked him eat what he was shy and refused, saying that Chinese were not used to things. I had pulled his hard-bought at the store Robust and some snacks. Go out to give him money, but he refuses to be life and death, the final plan and only 10 yuan. Before I left, I felt his shaved head, wearing a good hat for him, finishing good clothes. Posted on the windows on his face, straining waving hands. Driving out for a long time, I looked back and saw a small figure, he is also moving in the direction we were leaving, uphold the standing.
Made a special trip just before leaving Lhasa, Kyrgyzstan restaurant, because there's terrace facing the Jokhang Temple Square. A group of Tibetans sat in the middle of the mellow of the tea products, in the face of Tibetan incense smoke curling streets, listening to faint temple bell, my own eyes snapped a photograph, printed in my mind, with a lifetime to thin studying ... ...
Author: yanzhicao
