Lhasa's holy shrines, are everywhere. While I sleep, time compression to a minimum, it can not 11 its own unique style and taste of the mysterious heritage ... ...
Remembered the early morning before the Jokhang Temple incense and a Xinxiang Fo of pilgrims, I once again came to the square are familiar with this piece. Also cigarette Niaorao, the same is one of many believers. Or shook turning the barrel in the Barkhor walk, or call-in vote in the five bodies of the long head. I accidentally pushed open a low door, they unexpectedly walked into a Buddhist world. Climb the narrow, steep wooden ladder, on the second floor is a spacious living room, inside plastic with a huge Buddha. Buddha sinister in appearance, which reflects a strong deterrent. Erected around the column of a high-profile, the old monks sitting recited verses blurred. Guifu audience with a large number of followers, waiting for the baptism of holy water and the iron bar percussion. Filled on a bench next to the waiting men and women, the same mouth mutter prayers. Here is obviously locals used to the old temple, in addition to magnificent statues of Buddha, there is no luxury decoration. Window injection pristine dawn, reflecting the old lama face engraved the years, I am silent gaze, unable to move his feet. At that moment, I finally understand what Huangruogeshi.
Drepung Monastery is located in the Gepei hillside, is the world's largest temple. Gezhuojuchuang far, and saw that the rolling white building with row upon row, floor stacked Court, magnificent. To enter the temple, another, such as a town, roadway vertical and horizontal, its winding.
Measures at the Temple's biggest chin hall, there is more than 190 columns, which could accommodate 7000-10000 Lama. Tall and solemn hall, hung with bright yellow, Yan-hong of the streamer. Cushion filled the hall is no longer bright, showing a empty feeling. Today's Drepung far less past its peak, but can still want to see the original monks who gathered in the Piaowu loud chanting of the streamer in the scene.
Terauchi many houses have been idle, the piggy bank of the pillars of dust hung thick cobweb, a number of glass doors and windows have been broken, lost not cover the color of the curtain blowing from the desolation. Gigantic kitchen, only a few old monks in the busy, but seemed rather deserted. However, those dedicated lamas and pious pilgrims still this temple into a thriving vitality.
Each temple, the monks were all doing their work in an orderly manner. Or rubbed his wick, or polished gold, silver utensils, or bell chant, or enforcement stick sweeping. Temples of the corner of a Lama is quietly set on the string order. When he handed me one, I was naturally flattered his hands to catch. Later found out that this is the auspicious name of King Kong knot rope, there are begging the role of Fu blessed with the Buddha's affinity for people who can get it. So Xinxia Tai Hei and replied.
Shuttle in the deep of the alley, a Tibetan charity faces Aunt face came, clothes worn, the hand was upon her long Buddha bead. I am kind and I invited her photo and superimpose her a few dollars. She looked at me, looking at camera, smiling. But turned around, she entered the temple, put all the money donated to the Buddha. When she recited verses came out, I am, but stayed.
Norbulingka, in the Tibetan Village is a "precious garden" means. Used to be the Dalai Lama's summer palace, now a park in Lhasa. If it were not around the towering snow-capped mountains to remind me, really have thought it was back to the mainland. Front of trees and verdant, lush flowers, weeping willow bamboo, pine Cooper. In open grassland, the Tibetan people brings their mouth at this camp, open recreation. In the Green Bobbi Ikegami, Chinese Room building and bridges to heaven muddy water.
Dalai Lama's summer palace grandeur, both sides of the Hui Zhao lifelike lions, tigers murals, each room are covered with finest carpets. Room, bright yellow-based shades clear to a distinguished imperial air. Exquisite murals of wealth and luxury furnishings to make Buddhism the solemn mystery and the supreme right to be here has been a perfect combination.
In order to buy some souvenirs in the evening, came to Barkhor. At this time Bajiao Street voices, dazzling display of goods. Although the local friends told me that many things are produced from the Mainland, and the genuine, very few I can not stand the temptation to contribute generously. Until the hands and neck covered with ornaments, I am finally satisfied in the end of today's trip.
Author: yanzhicao
