Jokhang Temple. Barkhor. Majiemi autumn Lhasa, there is a charm, top of the head is transparent blue sky, people fascinated, perhaps in the locality in the city, his eyes kind of numb in a modern city in the sky always has a more vague blue color, Lhasa sky is pure, without a trace of haze, like naughty children do not accidentally splashed paint over the blue sky, yes NA me naturally, with no modification, not thick, nor is it elegant, but a just right of the Blue, an original, holy blue. Turbulent sea change belongs only to the outside world, where there are only thousands of years, not been blasphemous, blue sky. Under the blue sky in such a walk, I feel very happy.
Warm sun drying my lazy, and quickly adapt to the environment of the plateau, where no information has been talked about the symptoms of altitude sickness, strode brisk pace, is a plateau at the foot of solid land, the blue sky overhead is intoxicating, I can do khanh hung, every minute I can enjoy the rare beauty, and even begin to do holding oxygen bag in the hotel to rest people are sorry. Their suffering is not only physical discomfort, more close to appreciate the beauty of the missed regret.
In the guide, led us to the Jokhang Temple. Teramae the square is large, but the faithful and tourists crowded but it seemed a bit cramped. A variety of color, a variety of nationalities, all faiths, people of various nationalities gathered here, although the purpose of different, but amazed that classical art glory.
Referred to Jokhang Temple, will have to talk in Culture and into the Princess Songtsan Gambo. Yusai Wei abbreviated Songtsan uniform soil-fan, an unprecedented national power, has married a Nepalese princess and the Tang-foot statue of Princess Wen Cheng. 2 Princess each with a statue of Buddha Sakyamuni as dowry Tibet, in order to rehouse Buddha, so the construction of temples dedicated to Buddha. How would like to during the day to build, at night fall, and only relative to both ability and integrity of Princess Wen Cheng advice, Princess Wen Cheng well versed in feng shui, Tung Ching gossip, divination, pointed out that the shape of the whole of Tibet supine Rakshasa women, the adverse possession of Li-Guo Wang, and Lhasa of the lake is the female demon lying pond in the heart of the lake is its blood, denotes compulsory construction of the temple in the town, which is now to see the millennium temple Jokhang Temple.
Without the magnificent Potala Palace, but the three-story main hall is covered with very colorful Tibetan gilt roofs shining in the sun, the golden great success, sacred and spectacular.
Is the door through wind and rain of the previous year, "Tang and Fan, Alliance Tablet" and "vaccination monument" is the best witness of history. I was already surprised at the front of the countless devout believers.
As each of the Tibet people, are intoxicated in the bone marrow of the thick deep religious atmosphere. From the first step to set foot on the plateau, the general saw a ragged, dirt surface of the first Tibetan tent, hand-held prayer wheels turn, a call-in three steps, Wu Buyi worship of walking the pilgrimage road, this time, I have no sense of Can not ignorance, poverty and to describe them, because with money treated as a unit to measure, for they can only be an insult. No smoke, whether graceful mountains, Pentium surging Brahmaputra, can not stop the pace of their piety. This may no longer be a step, but a distillation of the soul. Physical torture, will never be the fetters of the soul journey.
By this side of pure water and soil and rearing of Tibetan Buddhism to the Tibetan spiritual comfort of each religious faith is their spiritual home, this is not a modern city three hall, not for their sheltered nature of the wind and rain, but it is their spiritual quiet bays. They are convinced that everyone is six in reincarnation, one life ends, which means the beginning of another life, Zhou revolving turn, will never cease. In the true sense of life never destruction, illusion and only carry the body of the soul. To the master of my soul - the Buddha, not hesitate to trek thousands of miles to come to the holy city of Lhasa, so that my soul get a workout.
Grinding stone in front of the Jokhang Monastery has been smooth as a mirror, the faithful pray to the Buddha, they are happy, because they do not perish on the journey in a place far away, can come to the Holy Land, to find their own souls fate.
We live in a noisy city where "civilized" life, playing a variety of roles, earn more or less money. In order to house a larger, more tickets, and we toil all day, rush, or even no chance to stop, delighted smile, piquant cry. The cities are filled with a high-rise blocks woodenly, the external walls of glass in the sun a dazzling light, as we advocate civilization, in the splendor of the exterior, has many lonely hearts.
The face of people on the plateau serenity of mind, should we be able to proudly declare: I grew up in a modern, urban, well-being than you!
I remember George Scot. While bidding farewell to Tibet Bogle wrote: I wish you a long time to enjoy relatively civilized nation has made the loss of this happiness, when the civilized nations trapped in the endless pursuit of greed and ambition when you are under the protection of the hills continue to live in peace and joy, in addition to belonging to human nature, the other is no longer needed.
The free mind had not been so footsteps pause, in the "Do not belittle PHILIP Omar Mi" (sixth mantra of Tibetan Buddhism) and the sound of recitation through the long turn by the way, we entered the temple's main hall. In the weak butter lamp, look around. Simple and elegant layout, lifelike sculpture, exquisite murals, Tibet thousands of years of ups and downs fullest shown that, leaving aside religious, artistic merit alone, but also rare treasures, as the people's admiration for Buddha is the most sincere performance.
Strange, do not believe in religion, I, bathed in the Buddha's Glory, also has an unprecedented serenity.
Around the Jokhang Temple is the "Parknor Street," a street filled with a variety of ethnic crafts, worship of the Tibetans and tourists from all over to make it into a small street is very lively, although each person come to different purposes, but all can be found in his own love. We did not note that counter-clockwise direction along the walk slowly, looking at, talking. In fact, for the Tibetans, it is a small turning around the Jokhang Temple in the road-turn by the way, so, apart from a few tourists, the Tibetans and most tourists have been with us the opposite.
Tibetan and Chinese by Tibetans were greeted with enthusiasm, starting to talk about, it is not reveal the simple, not very crafty, but some lovely straight stare blankly.
"Bajiao Street" is always the Jokhang Temple next to a picture, provide the necessary food and clothing to pay homage to the Tibetan people, to tourists who do not hustle and bustle of a busy. In the holy city's center, a market and not the slightest desecration of religious sanctities, but knowing there is a harmony, so that has to live in the solemn atmosphere, as the popularity of tricycles on the streets of Lhasa, carrying visitors to the shuttle in the streets, with crisp bell, or a loud whistle to open, as the city's background, the Holy Land is also adding to the number of charm.
Fellow colleagues recently have been in the "Barkhor" swept goods, even a really good memories of that day. These have occurred in a place called "Majiemi" in the cafe. Cafe on the street corner, not very starting eyes, and the surrounding Tibetan architecture seamless.
Traversed the narrow staircase, on the second floor, is not large, but very chic and clean. Decorations are Tibetan style, but also a modern taste. Charming music, Tibetan pastoral-style melodies with electro-acoustic musical instruments to represent, has Kuanggu the bleak plateau of the charm permeates the entire room. Chic wall watercolor, drawings, there is depicted the plateau breeze moon, there are alien girl's beauty, it seems the owner of the taste is also evident. The owner is about 30-year-old Tibetan, very lean, cheeks, only faint red plateau unique. The waitress should go to him is very strange, tall Biliang, fair complexion of the skin, tall figure, do not see is where the people. Tour guide told me that she was Tibetan, not because I doubt the strange, telling many Tibetan girl beautiful face, and there is no plateau on the wind and frost, while we interpreted as a plateau in greenhouse flowers, coffee landscape has also Fancy a lot.
Not many people shop, in addition to our things, only a few Ghosts, and a Tibetan young man.
A bottle of beer in Lhasa have been my next half of my colleagues are still immersed in the happiness of the day before yesterday, they are here by chance Karen Mok and Shao Bing, and the pictures taken, enough to let them jump for joy so far.
Everyone can find their place here, and colleagues discussing seen and heard along the way, food is good or bad, sound is not as if put to music by chords. I looked at the guests turned messages, each to the people of Tibet have different feelings, but the common is primitive highland scenery of the rich religious atmosphere of shock and aspiration. Each one is very delicate, which is the soul journey for each person in the confession, including the accumulation of every trace of weak heart are so soothing Yutie. Across the window of the afternoon sun shone on the table, Ghosts are serious in their book and wrote, painted, did not expect that the plateau at the moment the sun was actually so soft, there is no strong stimulation, the remaining boundless warmth.
They write Shi Yao, I do not know, but I can feel their heart beat passion. Our souls are eager to be free and fly away from the shackles of the city, away from the material desires of our torment, where we can fly, we are free to breathe the freshest air, see the most primitive of the blue sky, to hear the most simple songs. If life as a long journey in Tibet, the soul of the Inn, we can find the most true self.
Author: bensnoopy
