Chong Tibetan Buddhism in general and sincere and earnest. The face of the footsteps of pilgrims perseverance, deep eyes, rigid beliefs, all the restless feelings are stagnant ... ...
Adopted the recommendation of a travel magazine, came early in the morning before the Jokhang Temple. At this point according to the early dawn, mist, dim bell in Qingyuan heard. Tibetans are hand-turning the barrel, is around the Jokhang Temple Road before turning to walk a hurry. Follow the sound of rhythmic chanting, two small Lama greets figure. They dressed in red, ocher robes, toggle to proceed on the Buddha bead, and remembered sitting on the roadside loud song. For our charity, they are pure black and red the faces smile. I am thrilled with their photo, but the thought of "men and women give and accept not pro-" can only look with envy at a friend grabbed their shoulders. But the pictures coming out, but was surprised to find that "they" originally "they." So this experience becomes the story of a trip to Tibet.
There are many pilgrims in front of the Jokhang Monastery Tibetans followers know each other for the same purpose travel long distances to be here. Have to wear white robes from the northern Tibetan pastoral areas, there are the heroes of the head plate junction from the Kham region, and many more local pilgrims in Lhasa, behind cigarette curl, they repeatedly knock the temple-oriented long head, mechanical and monotonous. Hands and 10, high over his head, and then bang, to the chest, knees, his hands crossed out forward (hand set with shield), until the limbs and body completely prostrate, and then stood up, just repeat the action, and then knelt down. While paying homage to those who packed a piece of open space, but only heard the voice of nursing board glide on the ground; Although we do by pressing the shutter heterogeneous curiously, no one to stop kneeling action. Heavens and the earth, time and space seem to have solidified in the rest of this moment.
Early morning Bajiao Street is a well-ordered, and teams in strict accordance with the Tibetans walk clockwise direction. This piece of the only remaining Tibetan city of Lhasa is not only the building blocks in mind the bustling tourist shopping street, is even more important to turn the hearts of Tibetans by the Road. Streets filled with early morning alms to monks and a woman embrace the baby to wait for handouts; followers silently walked the streets of the scriptures, look steadily forward, and some even holding Letting Them sheep. Walk in the undulating sound of chanting, a group of pilgrims were particularly noticeable. What they view as a people, the elderly is also holding a young child 2,3. From below, you can see is a dusty old boots, not the color of the robes debate, was the plateau ultraviolet dark tan skin, rough hands and brown thinning hair. Clearly, they are a very long way journey to reach here, their clothes filthy, several places have thus bringing the line, exposing the same color of the lining no debate. However, when I saw them pious eyes, the inner world of the original somersault in this quiet moment, while the line of sight, but blurred.
Tibet's Potala Palace is the largest and most complete castle buildings. Looking at a number of its extraordinary momentum and Chong Kok towering, I finally went into its glory. For those in the field of vision of beautiful murals, colorful streamer color strange and beautiful Thangka, extending a large hall in the dark, showing a bizarre mysterious atmosphere. Buddha long table in front of butter lamps neatly emissions with, filled with holy water containers reflecting the dazzling light, all kinds of offerings patchwork, merit box piled with thick notes. Temple was filled with the smell of butter and Tibetan incense, the ethereal atmosphere of silent rendering. Crowds of pilgrims come to worship, and even the pillars of temple have also hung a pure white hada and the Tibetans of the hairpins. Of people with different skin color are the beautiful grand palace in the deep earthquake photo, loud sigh.
Red Palace and the White House is the most important part of the Potala Palace, while the ancient palace of the Dalai Lama red pagoda is undoubtedly the most stunning landscapes. While a similar style of the pagoda, the scale is quite different. One of the pagoda of the Dalai Lama more than 14 meters high, to Gympie package, inlaid jewelry, bags of gold consumption of 110 thousand two towers. Countless treasures of the great hall in the dark shine bright light. Despite the distant apart, can not be near to, you can still clearly feel the pressing of the Grace style. 13 Dalai Lama is said to cost far more than V, the pagoda of the Dalai Lama, there is a hall with 200 thousand pearls strung pearl tower. Unfortunately, in the tourist season will not open, really very sorry.
One tour is a devout Buddhist, starting from the door, he held his hands clasped together in the chest. I followed him with great interest to understand the historical origins of each Buddha statues. However, the essence of Buddhism is profound, 1:30 How can it be I will be able to understand the permeability of the. So at the end, in addition to Po-phase fortified palace, I left with a sense of where the lights flickered and eyeful of gold has. Has disappeared pavilion of the palace temples, even life-long living in this old monk, I am afraid not have been 11 approached, let alone those of us who rush to visit is really necessary?
Jokhang Temple was built in the Tang Dynasty, have elapsed since the 1350 history of Tibet's first civil engineering structures. Into the chambers, hundreds of lights lit butter lamps each other, they are believers in the butter next to Tim. Buddhist temple can be seen everywhere inside the imprint of history, pillars and walls are butter and incense Xunde shiny black, shiny reddish front of the statue of the fence, filled with classics lockers seem archaic. The mural depicts the refined technique of writing a large number of legends, after years of baptism, but retains a distinctive color. Temple worship of a golden Sakyamuni like Princess Wen Cheng brought into Tibet, so it becomes the ultimate desire of pilgrims each year are held here, a large-scale call the General Assembly.
Gallery is filled with terra-turn by the barrel, is said to walk around around the side to complete. I told my grandmother in a Tibetan Slide behind the turning of these old barrels, in the rotating eyeful golden, I finally did return to a devout Buddhist. Looked down on board the Golden Jokhang Temple, knocking long head is still a constant stream of pilgrims, and cigarette lighter around, streamer fluttering Barkhor constitute an old picture. The distance, the Potala Palace is stands firmly in the sun, golden light shines, distinguished incomparable.
Author: yanzhicao
