99% of the dream is a nightmare. So I do not like to dream, do not like to sleep, but do not like the kind of fall before going to sleep feeling. However, sometimes even impossible to separate his dreams and reality, in the mind of her time, really do not know they are in a dream, or in this empty world.
Tibet, My God, how can I say? Think of it, went, came back, that was just as gone. However, no reports of any thing, as she get rid of. I often think: Tibet, I know, because I have been to that kind of window frame with black paint, and outside the piled dung cakes, and people wore bright clothes, Yi Gu milk smell in the air, as well as people do not stop up, then get on the ground to the figure, there is no end, forever worship.
But recently, she suddenly always return to my dream. I do not know, maybe just in my eyes gaze inside. I really do not tell this ...... I always see that in the Mercedes-Benz in the Qinghai-Tibet road Smelly bus inside, that from Shaanxi to Tibet to do business a little girl. She should have and I was almost big laugh Mimi's eyes. Took off his jacket, bright red sweater and sometimes inadvertently exposed her white little waist. When we stop to eat lunch, we are trying to wash your face with the restaurant wash, rinse mouth. Her one leg on the steps, under the arch to the body enough basin of water, buttocks high tilt to it turns out giving the impression that it is a model's movements. I know that more than one person I saw, that drivers, master more than I know. Early morning, in the quilt cover the following, I do not know what it is, but the inside is a bright red sweater and black hair, boy's head. The car arrived, I get off the first one went out. Enthusiastic to say goodbye to him and a few words of gratitude. I think I can do not care.
This met a senior tour guide, he told me to come back from Tibet after the first year will be good luck. I did not admit, but now more and more convinced that it might be right. However, I also clearly remember the time in Tibet will not have such a good feeling. How about? Oh, I remember, at that time could not find companions and can not see the holy lake every day to survive only by eating. On that day, or that simple small Sichuan restaurant, I eat my casserole in the face, comes an old man. I have not said better days, then take the initiative struck up a conversation with him. He told me his divorce in the United Kingdom has a girlfriend, but in Yunnan, there is a small Chinese girlfriend. I am extremely angry. He also said that "she was more than 20 years old, would like to go to school, and I had the money. I told her that if you want to go to school, I could support her." I looked at just this ugly old man, imagine the pressure of his bloated body is certainly in that extremely thin small young woman who simply want to throw up.
But sometimes think of it, at least I live in a hotel or quite good, there is a large yard, you can sit inside the sun. Across the courtyard is a bath and toilet. The whole building is entirely Tibetan. Tibetan white as a central theme of that house, in a circle outside the window frame painted black characters, and sometimes still attached to some of the windows white with other colors of the short curtain, like a kid wearing a skirt under the edge of inlay of that lap band folded curtains. Attendants are also the Tibetans, but they do not like me. I do not know why. Is not I do not like them, but I do not care about them too much, in other words sometimes speak with them, I did not laugh; in even after the finish did not ask them more questions. A few days later, I go, they look also I forgot. Happened that is, where to live was one of Taiwan compatriots in Beijing, we meet ghosts Street, a restaurant, chatting about days, he told me that in his travel time, where the waiter who presented him with a white hada.
I think I should become a little enthusiasm. Inside my bag filled with two pencils and a pile of hair from voting, but I still back them back. God, I actually did not find the opportunity to these things to other people. However, I have had many opportunities, in the road leading to the Sino-Nepalese border, whenever we stop, there will be a large group of kids came running to us asking for something. But at that time, my pencil and Mao votes are in large backpack, the pressure in the bottom, could in no way out. Oh, I remember, I was given things that I could eat a minimum of sand. Along the way, are the home of Tibetans eat, no hotels, all that can provide services to the pedestrians are in their own home. We sat in their living room sofa is usually a circle, in the middle a table, wall, like the Dalai Lama, while a small frame inside, and some passing tourists who go back a photo sent to them, usually more white-skinned people, even the yellow skin, that's certainly the people of Taiwan or whatever.
We point to one side of the dish, eating, sitting next to his family watching TV and talking. To tell the truth, that it is difficult to swallow food, thus I could eat, but saw a little boy not far away staring at my noodles, the eyes can see about bleeding, I finally gathered her courage and asked him to come to eat . Other people are laughing, and that children seem to be more afraid to see me, and then take a look at noodles, seemed to collapse like. Tibet, a good look at the TV, are Bloopers, especially in advertising. I have been impressed with a wine advertisement, a Tibetan guy the best of their grace graceful and sensationalism, let us all laugh to tears and his entourage.
I really cried for. One night, in the cold blanket of despair to tears. I live in the body wrap, leaving only two singing the same tune, they still could not resist the cold. Sleeping bag tightly, as if entangled me, the quilt top should slide down, the most detestable is not sleep. Barely out music to listen to, but one is more sad, how much you want a comfortable bed and a warm house ah! Can Hunhun a sense, the see is blue sky, and the world the beauty of Xi River, that strange stone, then rolling hills, then coiled in the mountainside of the cloud, between heaven and earth just me that vast Alone in the noble spirit, they feel that everything is worth it.
I have not encountered a sick child, or a lingering love, my Tibet is beautiful, but the scenery is just pure beauty and human beauty of simplicity. It was written there, the story took place in very desolate, and stated that "In this place, like heaven, how would there be such a thing happen?" People always love to the tragedy, I believe that people must see the article would be more love in Tibet. But I thought: get a simple matter has been complicated.
Tibetans are very simple, very poor, there is no fear, nor want to be the modernization of the global wave of corrosion. However, in reality are not that many choices. OK wishful desire can not be achieved, otherwise they would not have been another crackdown on which there is no way to rule for so many years. But thanks to their loyalty, or else could anyone imagine a modern Tibet?
Some people say that (in fact, that person is Bill Gates's wife, comrade) "AFRICA IS THE PLACE THAT GETS INTO YOUR SKIN", and I would say "TIBET IS THE PLACE THAT GETS INTO YOUR BONE".
Author: ninaxiang
