Tibetan Buddhism because of its long history and mystery and famous. Approached those of the magnificent hillside palace, the mapping in the butter lamps, I finally gained an understanding that it is the eternal infinite charm ... ...
Midnight, suddenly awakened from a dream. Feel shortness of breath and extremely tired, could not safely go to sleep. Palpable pulse in the dark, but still mad jump more than 90 under. Air cold and thin, I like the water fish in general hard breathing, chest is still dull. At an altitude of 4,000 meters near the Shigatse, my heart was finally for the frenzy of a return to the snowy plateau.
Early morning, with redness of the eyes to the successive Panchen Lama's驻锡places - Tashilhunpo. Into the gate, head of the exhibition can be seen grand Buddha Taiwan. Back wanders the dark desolation of the barren hills, this stone masonry with a high-profile stands in the blue Under the Canopy, showing a solemn beauty. Temples everywhere Tibetan Mastiff Xian Ting-sheng step, or lying on the middle of the road leisurely contented to enjoy the sun. Perhaps the Buddha's probation is subject to such ferocious animals have become tame, pleasant at this time.
Tashilhunpo Village built four of the Panchen Lama and the Lama temple. Panchen Lama in ages, particularly in the post-IV region's most prestigious possession. Each pagoda is build a very tall magnificent, with gold, silver, jewelry, jade and other decorations, painted the delicate nuances of the hollow pattern. In the faint light in the butter, slowly across the incense, the pagoda is wrapped in a holy aura. Looked up, in awe of the oil, however, l.
In the tie Temple west, stands nearly 30-meter-high Jampa Buddha Hall. Jampa gilded hall dedicated to the world's largest Fozuo such as brass statues, Tibetan regions after allegedly spent a year in tax revenues. With the flow of people climb the stairs, the dark peak and visitors crowd inside the temple. Butter lamps filled their tanks before the faithful, filled with barley in vessels filled with a hair, two hair banknotes. Those devout Tibetans holding Buddha bead, meditation texts, looked Enron, haughty disregard of others. Young and old monks in the hall corner of the recitation, the sound loud and clear. The faithful prostrated themselves in front of his to receive holy water's grace. Tibetans will be donated to the temple only when the currency angle, looking almost tattered clothes and rough face, I always long-standing, moving from this limitless dedication. Maybe I do not understand the true meaning of Buddhism, but the privilege of witnessing the impact of its far-reaching and powerful calling.
Walk through the famous temple in the bundle measures chin hall, the Panchen Lama Zhang pull between the white walls in the loess reluctant, in the distant bells in the sentiment. Line of sight of those Yanguangsishe the Golden, patchwork framework, exquisite designs, the blue sky was breathtaking blend just right, often I am amazing.
Qin measures along the east hall, far away I heard voices, found it was approached by the monks debate. The lama debate is compulsory homework, or in teams of two or more persons sitting. In the palm of a film a hit among them astute eloquent confrontation, the understanding of scripture, the Buddha's insights on their smiles be sublimation quiet.
To go back to Lhasa, the new road built along the Brahmaputra. Dark green river flowing slowly, roads are not as good as coming when the dangerous. Occasionally, passing a village in the mountains on the other side usually arise in one or two narrow winding path, in the gravel out of eye-catching mark is depicted. Pastoralists grazing the mountains or the recitation prayer then? I do not know.
To Lhasa is the dinner hours. Because the elevation of lower groups such as the faithful are recovering from illness like jump out of cars, high-spirited way to sample the Tibetan meal. Though expensive, and some dishes hard to swallow, but it also Niezhebizai barely eat. Until the time of the end of a meal, the only achievement was the invention of a name of the dish: TOO (spit homophones).
At night, strolling in the Beijing West Road, inadvertently Akira into a bar - music, kitchen. The candle light, sweet goods, with pure milk, enjoy indistinct background music, watching the walls of yellowed photos of the Lawton day trek seems to have vanished into thin air. Looked out through the glass floor, Blue Velvet-like smooth, with little flickering starlight night sky. Up in this quiet night, I seem to have seen the tie Temple overlapping temples, red and white shine of the building, as well as the dazzling golden dome on the plain but Guanghua ... ...
Author: yanzhicao
