Returned from Tibet for several days, and Long Long hair, no longer stick together, like hay; smelling the arm, no longer have thick buttered tea incense; looked out the window no longer has a vast blue sky; but close your eyes, I will return there ... ...
June 16, did not exercise over the body, do not drink rhodiola, I Dong Xin riding on Beijing to Lhasa, the planes, 5 hours later, when we go out the cabin door, rushing toward the fresh air, insolent sunshine, blue sky, greenish yellow mountains - our efforts in this air, this sun, this sky, these mountains in the 12 days began.
We live in auspicious day, settled later, the ball began. Sheds in the courtyard of the house watching until the end, the sun was completely fall. Later I found that in Tibet, to 9 am, always will The sky is dark. I remember a friend said, physics, optics there is a word called 'background', then here, the sun is the world's background; combined with the boundless sky, even if his head is raining, you looked monastery is surrounded by a total Phnom Penh will see a trimmed with blue sky, just like standing in the Eastern Hemisphere of the evening, watching the dawn of the Western Hemisphere.
At night time, altitude sickness has finally arrived. The feeling of low-grade fever with stomach pains (Plateau is really a touchstone, my only weakness is probably a stomach). I was taught from childhood '10 9 poisonous medicine', so, Tingzhao.
The next day, whole body being insipid, Yu Wang posted a lonely heart's post, after Everest, to the Jokhang Temple. Jokhang Temple incense heyday, outside of 'swimming' followers all year round without a break. Tibetans worship every morning, the time, men and women lining up single file into the four main hall around the various small rooms, each of the small rooms are dedicated to different Buddha, the Tibetan people are one enters a clockwise walk around with a head nudged the base of statues, tribute, on a dime, Tim some lamp oil, come out and continue. Jokhang Monastery The most famous is the Princess Wen Cheng brought 12-year-old life-sized, like the Buddha, in the middle of the room, the people queuing up to pay homage. I and Dong Xin struggling to squeeze into, the rich flavor of oil lamps, surrounded by the Tibetan people's 'mixed taste' and sparkling golden statues Olympus so that I almost fainted. See a bright future, we climbed the temple roof, for the first time up close to see the dome under the sun, a beautiful sight. Although it is less than imposing Potala Palace, the fine is less than Tashilhunpo, but things are later.
Afternoon I 'response' in bed, listening to debate by the Sera Dong Xin go. The evening, accompanied by partners there - Hangzhou, a small fan, a small Miao and Long Ge. Small Fan, an architect, arrange travel; Longge an accounting charge of bookkeeping; most ironic of all is a small Miao was a doctor! Let us meet to take medicine. May be later that the doctor for minor illnesses continued, the old so that everyone is worried. The last to know, he was fake doctor, is in fact the sale of drugs. Oh, no wonder!
Talk a good start to another day of Everest, so we go to the Potala Palace. Because of the Dalai reasons, there has been no major memorial services, the lack of a secular, incense, even more solemn glory. Dalai Lama ages repairs, ages believers worship, so there has become a milestone in the history of Tibetan Buddhism, and treasure. Among them, the Dalai Lama V, the most glory, 12.6 meters high, with more than 3700 kilograms of gold and countless gems built. This has nearly 400-year-old Lama, calling back the soul still has a soul stifling photo charm, close, and look up to is a kind of good fortune. Lama in the Cultural Revolution had not been subjected to any damage. Yes, Does anyone dare? That solemn and quiet and solemn enough to rest any impetuous and fanaticism.
When the next morning comes, we are heading in Everest, in a small Miao sudden altitude sickness - hiccups of 'Europe, Europe' sound, set off (in the next two days, he slept has been belching constantly, apart from eating, straight hit exhausted, made a low-grade fever, as if we go in to see Mount Everest). Noon to reach the first destination: Yamdrok Lake. Yamdrok Lake among the mountains in order to quiet famous forever perturbed. Afternoon Gyangze to baiqoi monastery. It was a Tibetan Buddhist temple in the coexistence of four kinds of sects, there are murals depicting the hell of criminal law, from male and female Shuangxiu statue, there are bursts of Sound from the Dark desolately. I do not know when the team lost, they linger there, want to escape.
After another one dusty morning, to Shigatse. But we were blocked at the Tashilhunpo outside. Haoshuodaishuo also added a tour guide fees, finally cross the border. Lama brought us a little, walked into this most beautiful temple in Tibet. Tie Temple is the Panchen Lama residence, recently renovated, Jinding, streamer, housing and all shine bright. A small reminder that we lamas total Hurry, there are a lot of halls closed. When we went to the door, only know the reason. Another little lamas of our tour guide said a Tibetan lama, and he said to us back: 'step aside, the Panchen Lama came. 'Not a complete response was over, a team of eight Toyota Jeep to open the room. I Dengtai eyes and Jeep vehicles in the fourth found in 11 world little Panchen Lama. He smiled, and unfortunately there is no Nian Hua.
The next day, the mountains toward Mount Everest, if Cangshan, such as the sea, then the sky is rolled rolling waves of snow-capped mountains. Is the way Territory Road, the wrong car dusty, like the Rally like. Occasionally there will be a Tibetan standing on the roadside slopes, like the statue, then free, and yet so alone.
When we turn to countless Road ridge, and reappeared a cloud, pointing to the front car of the master: 'Everest, Mount Everest'. We are stuck windows, he finally got to distinguish between clouds that have long been familiar with from postcards of small blunt top. We cried parking, ran out of the vehicle burst of indiscriminate shooting, but also excited and nervous. Small Fan said: 'snapshot, a moment may be out of sight. 'Dong Xin said:' Everest to see us. '
After Rongbuk, we are stationed at the Everest base camp on the 1st of the tent, put on the thickest clothes, facing the mountain breeze, close to the Mount Everest. We walk in a few million years ago, sea, marching and pudgy bodies, pebbles, to the world's highest peak. Thank God, gradually taking away the veil of Everest, so he finally clear in front of us. I was sitting on the floor, in my 24-year-old's body face up to this behemoth millions of years to my sorrows and joys, the face of short-term stability and ease the growth of millions of years. Broad forces of nature was beyond imagination, in addition to obedience and worship is no alternative. Returned, a friend of mine said that Tibetan prayer Laibai go all day, doing nothing, there is money or something. Perhaps we used to live in the city, along with other people too much effort too much, get too much, too many self-appointed, so we always think we can grasp what controls what. But when you're really into Tibet to see the Mountains Lake, you know how small you are, it is absolutely the sense of 'bragging'. I know so that we can not go to Tibet, most of the time we still have to stay here, work! Fight! (Hehe) Although not very clear what is the purpose. But at least we should know all this, there is another life: belief in the inherent, and this life, and loyal. Thought here, I can not help but want to joy snigger (eg, Brazil), on the sad snigger (eg Argentina), on the 'lofty' snigger (eg South Korea).
The sun was setting, the Everest golden dome appeared. Everest with his high degree of monopoly of this beautiful, I'm really unable to describe it (where XXX omitted words).
Night, tent fire rises, burning wood let me coughing. Made a determination to get up a half-day, one look at Dong Xin had been gone. I think she certainly would not have Masaoki the stars sitting on the hillside, we followed the singing of the Tibetan people to look for her. We can not keep up with the dance steps they see, watching them bounce of us. Happy simply add oxygen until the middle of the night.
Early morning, bid farewell to Everest sunrise, and we toward the camphor wood. Nyalam 30 km from the mountain to the camphor, from 3800 down to 2000, Gong Lue said the same slide like to sit. Camphor is the Nigerian ports, all year round misty, it is difficult to imagine this was the Tibet, Sichuan and Yunnan, as if to. But that momentum has by no means the Sichuan-Yunnan to compare. If only a trickle on the cliff, you looked up, looked like from the clouds fall from the sky, boundless source. Mountains, trees, mountain winding paths, and people always say nature's intricate, this is actually the clever inventions, a blessing is common to man wins! Nepalese restaurant in camphor and also met a handsome guy in Nepal, wearing washed cloth trousers and a white Tshirt, white shirt, smiled, and silent.
Hurry back the next two days, shuttles until the Xigaze, it embarked on a section of highway. Across the Damxung grassland, turn the XX Yamaguchi, holy lakes wood measures that appear in our eyes. It measures in Yamzhog different wood, and she just as broad and turbulent as the sea. The five of us sat on a rocky beach, and enjoyed some rare pleasant. Sun and clouds change, to help us appreciate her a different color; seagulls, dogs, and sheep chasing around us play with, we are facing the 'sea' singing. For a time, black clouds filled the direction from us, we have to parent's house, walked in the opposite direction, unknowingly walked around the Tashi peninsula, but also considered turning a small hill. Pray in my mind, the original God bless this point of self-cultivation in the father and mother.
Back to Lhasa, in the beer seen in Turkey, Brazil, cool! Sitting on a bench on the contemplation sub-hotel sunset, cool! In the back of the plane, watching distant clouds of lightning, cool! Rushed to the Chaoyang Park, has come to a close, cool! The evening, on the quiet and said that everything was changed. Quiet and said: 'Fool, do you think the sky day, earth do three years. 'Consider also right.
My long holiday is over, back, a lot of things waiting for it. Oh, one by one solve them. A two-month vacation, almost all turn in the mountains, my friends said I was a virtuous man. With regard to the future, no time to seriously think, but it seems very clear, for example to do a free man, such as to make their love grow old younger self. I know that, gradually, those who have been crying in the corner who vowed to remember their lives, recording a lifetime thing, the lake will be as quiet as the Yamzhog no waves, but the time can change everything though, to not change the unrealized dream of leaving In the heart of regret.
In order to dream horse, to dream horse.
Author: yayiyoho
