Freedom in Tibet
Taken the first step in the cabin, I have tasted in Tibet jade taste of cold air, grasping the body set out a cotton-padded clothes, Zuoshang Che fled to Lhasa.
Tibet is a place surrounded by all kinds of legends, mysterious, distant, like another world. Fast speeding car, you can see the road on both sides of the Tibetan people scattered on both sides, it is strange that all the external walls of the house are white, five-colored streamer hanging roof windward Piaowu, red, white, blue, yellow, green representative fire, cloud, heaven, earth, water, nature-lovers of nature Tibetans revealed. Residents of both houses, only the wealthy family has the second floor, there is no high-rise buildings along the sluggish, only the Brahmaputra rivers flowing Shuilv Youde.
The Potala Palace, Lhasa, Potala Palace is a symbol of the next morning, we wish to climb high above the Potala Palace, because high-pressure weather, walk slowly, to suppress the infinite longing and desire to not go, ghee taste rains, we should know the destination is up.
Palace abnormal dark, Yun Huang light, star of butter lamps flash constitute a solemn, mysterious atmosphere, Buddha, Buddhist, Lama, Lama, history, Tibetans unconditional worship. Butter lamps rows of shaking, full-bodied taste is like the Potala Palace stretch forever, live where I do not know how to Xiangfo talk to, though very far distance.
But one thing is I am ecstatic, and that is a very beautiful palace frescoes, delicate lines, bright colors, lively people, goods, flowers, birds, fish, insects, is a story constitutes an order people daydream, unlimited romantic gallery, I have several gallery walk, want to understand this world of past lives, this life ... ...
Board Jinding, the sun was direct and under the golden dome radiant, golden dome, such as weaving the upper reaches of people travel, not a single Tibetan.
Imposing Potala Palace, brilliant, noble atmosphere enveloped in the radius within the not help that someone does not he pay homage to the hearts of Tibetans decorating with the most pious minds of their gods.
Jokhang Temple Jokhang Temple has long been heard inside the shrine of the Buddha as a very spiritual and responsive, but in the Jokhang Temple to see the door step of a kowtow pilgrims, it is still a great shock to know that they rush to Fu Shen Shih is long Koushou, they stretch your arms forward, creeping body, the knees vague, but the yearning eyes exudes radiance. "I really can not stand, they are ... ..." My hands are tightly pinching the companion's arm.
Even though Tibetans have heard there is such a gift, for the first time I saw Jingchan are still endless. Perhaps, my self-centered world, unimaginable pilgrims thought.
Jokhang Temple is enshrined with Songtsan like, like Princess Wen Cheng from Songtsan smiling face in the year did not see galloping battle, vertical and horizontal plateau of the traces of snow king, but the gaze of his eyes, but could be heard The blood bath horses screamed traces of past generations has become a hero of the story. Although Princess Wen Cheng from Tang Dynasty to the Han girl, but Tibetans have been deeply loved by all the legends about her exudes peaceful, beautiful fragrance.
Finally his back to the famous Sakyamuni standing as before, his hands folded quietly to enjoy their minds with him complained that the Buddha transcended the mundane world of possibilities pains and sorrows, in their realm, the secular negligible, Ran, in the human it is difficult to resolve, and only seek to share with the Buddha, only to seek spiritual comfort.
Jokhang Temple murals inside the taste of my Naishi endless enjoyment, I have carefully watched, reading, heartfelt praise, from the beginning to the end of the gallery.
Jokhang Temple lit a few long lines at the main entrance a long candle butter, shaking the flames All roads lead to the formation of the flow of Firelight.
Street was out from the Jokhang Temple, that is, into the street was, in the street was shopping that is a cool thing, girls like to buy things, and each stall had a look at it very carefully, it is nostalgia travel.
I love Tibetan silver jewelry, bracelets, necklace, earrings, both rough and delicate, with a rich exotic flavor. Bought a lot of jewelry, as well as turning the cylinder, still feel not enough, go back and distributed to friends, they'll love. In a 40-year-old Tibetan woman, where to buy the two small boxes, boxes filled with natural paint painting flowers, petals, are solid color mosaic of. Bargaining with her, to pay for trying to sail away after the turn, she pulled my hand, my wrist got caught up a turquoise chain, she simply said: "sent you, for you to bring."
I am pleased with this chain shopping, mixed with turbulence of the crowd, his lonely heart temporarily put aside.
Yang Zhuo Yong measures lake from Lhasa to Yang Zhuo Yong Lake measures need to drive nearly three hours, tedious, tired, but when the sheep lake, we found that it's all worth it,
May the sheep were lying still in the mountains among the lake, like a winding mountain jade-mantle waist. May snow, as if the past few years had not occurred, this should be a green hill blooming bright yellow flowers of rape should be but this year, is an exception ---- Ice Man plateau.
Spring Snow Lake to Yang Chen De purity, ease and comfort, the lake was filled with attractive plume of mist, the lake, like a pair of huge eyes, no matter where you are in, she would quietly watching you: gentle, beautiful, silent ... ... When the blue-green eyes gently passing me, and I received her comfort, and nature of the communication exchanges between the people than the crowd Xinning quiet.
Caught a lake of snow, into the mouth of the coolness Qinru slightest sweet tongue, falling snow on the mountains is the most clean.
Sheep Lake and mountains have been accompanied by a millennium, but they are still an attendant always looks like.
Always feel that there is a huge secret hidden in the bottom of the lake, while humans can not decipher the addictive character.
Tashilhunpo in the car has far to see Tashilhunpo situated in the hills at the foot, yellow, white temple leisurely Park, Park, though solemn, still, after revealing the hidden first Temple's authority. Because it has been adapted to the plateau environment and reduce the feeling of a lot of headache, can easily turn in the temple, the heart of tensions finally relieved.
Tashilhunpo fresh, clean, and I crossed paths a Temple in Doma, a pilgrimage to see the crowd chanting speaker, innocent Tibetan children and their children are innocent eyes.
Sitting on the steps in front of the monastery, listening to the bell run, see Temple verdant trees, blue sky, white clouds, birds call and I lounged in the sun ... ... and does not like a rush of visitors.
Tashilhunpo monks inside are very friendly, peaceful mind Debu need to use the slightest contact with them, they are worthy of living here, the real smile in the Tashilhunpo open.
Sera monastery for a visit last Sera, because I lack knowledge of religion, I really do not know how the temple has a history of origins, only know that he was a disciple of Master Tsongkhapa - Daiji king of Shakya Yeshi Yu 1419 was built for a horse King Kong Temple, Kwun Yam, and so statues, Thangka, through books, religious objects, for, etc. It is a historic temple.
Gently walking in the temple, see a lot of potted flowers, they are quietly in the window open, delicate bright again, not a little swagger, set off to the monastery was full of vitality, presumably, are the temple speakers were cultivated , the love life of this is the Buddhist teachings.
Because few tourists, you can sniff to be grass, trees, and a great feel for the first time in the thin air also have fragrance water. Come here to worship in Tibetan dress, and we are no different, not thick robe, thick boots, men's hair is short, very clean, lively children bouncing around in the adults, seemed happy and free, independent kind of temple Some of repression did not force the pressure came, here, this is my mind, the Buddhist land.
Vaguely heard singing along the songs to look for, in the Sera Monastery houses on top of a few Tibetan girls singing and dancing, high-pitched sound of the plateau, tactfully beautiful melody, melodious bright sensual, self-gratifying The expression ... ... Tai Zhaotou been watching their performances, and their smiling face has been my only audience.
Under a big tree lying still, ears while vaguely huge success with songs. Days to hear the voice of dense vegetation to sleep, their brains trying to draw into a vacuum, natural, heart, thoughts already gradually float, always wanted to forget the way once again a clear outline of Xiangfo, confessing his sin at the moment, if someone willing to listen to me talk about I will certainly let her share for me.
"Well, relax bar! In the temple is not a hopeless abyss." I think this is the voice of the Buddha Bar.
At dusk, I have taken a temple, the sacred temple behind closed doors for me, that moment, my thoughts will never be buried there.
Night market in Lhasa sunshine time is very long, 20 o'clock is still bright days, and I, often at ten o'clock after single shopping because they filled both sides of a small Tibetan goods, attracted my curiosity I want what was going on.
I squatted to seriously look at ah Tanqian look destined to find with my jewelry, and if not, I will go forward, but sometimes sellers of Tibetans ask you to look good, and I said: No love , and they shall not dwell in a booth in terms of the four bone carved, inscribed Tibetan knot rope, flowers ... ... but four bones were numerous red beads to wear into the 4 chain --- ---- naive, like children, I have sellers of women, said: "I only want four bones." She said: "You want four bar chain." I said: "No, I use to wear a black rope bones, your Retention beads there."
In order to sell more expensive, in order to bring each chain are sold to me, and she would not only sell the bones, I got up and wants to go, she has made a determination of pain, using scissors to cut rope, red beads Para啦out down, scattered to the four, grasping is also not catch, but the woman said: "Wear a long time for." I suddenly found himself does something wrong, once a child like a shame, I rushed to the woman said: "Well, that 3 do not cut."
Is already the middle of the night 10 o'clock, and I was still wandering the streets of Lhasa, breathing cold air, such as mint, I feel freedom has returned to the side.
By: jj6328
