When entering Lhasa, close to midnight, 1 o'clock. MA Master has attached two places did not slept well, and the night before in Nagqu, we are all in bed sound asleep when the horse played a chef on the outside all night. We joked that he went to his old lover of Nagqu. Horse master side 47 years, parents having died, and not a wife ... ... ￥ # * *!
Then cars began to abnormal smooth up, Road side of the trees fly like the back Daoqu. Master Ma said, is his favorite open this section of track, each car brought from Beijing to Lhasa, opened here, all the fatigue was gone, leaving only the enjoyment. We revel with him in the outskirts of Lhasa, sky-Avenue, or not believe it had finally to Lhasa. Later, the brilliant Buda Palace, appeared far, the hanging in the air, and the television have seen the same, not like this, but true. As usual, was another Kuang Hu, either because the sky is too dark, A red and her husband Agu Ken will have to stop arguing with the camera so that the master of the horse. Xingshenxingshen.
Straight 8 Gallery Studies hotels, has too many self-help travel books seen here, features, a warm feeling into the door. Are picking up the padlock onto the second floor to find room, a pretty blonde girl sitting in the balcony of the corridor-style the stars. The rope hung between the pillars of the clean clothes, just like residential buildings. Open the green wooden door, a stream from a heavy smell of butter flavor, which is to study the characteristics of the eight corridors.
Morning wake up go to the bathroom, hot water not burn well, open up the water like ice, like the strange one side while jumping last night attendants mislead me, what have hot water in six minutes. But thanks to her thanks to refreshing, after washing. Liu Xiaoxia have to go find her that day netizens - little white, but I am going to Drepung Monastery. Drepung in Beijing bus to the foot of the mountain road, then take a tractor and several Tibetans along with the mountains, the days are under the drizzle. Tractor suddenly dumped onto a large piece of mud, splashing everyone one, then three old Tibetan moving no action. And I sat opposite the two girls are busy dug out the paper towels to rub their heads up, the opposite of the big eyes girl smiled at me. She is 19-year-old Song Ji Bai Ma, sitting beside her 15-year-old sister junda.
This is specifically to worship sisters, and sister Beizhao Bao was filled with her mother at home, ready butter lamps. Where the line should be a place to be around clockwise while the line, walked slowly with a respectful and sincere in every passing of the Buddha statue in front add a little butter, thanks to a prayer, to the box to donate some money. Junda drilling long shrines under bending forward, ordinary day that people often sit monks chanting the following, Qu Ji Bai Ma said the drill would walk around in it good luck. So we both have drilled into them, and Mao Zhaoyao moving fast in the dark, strange feeling great. Some Hall, women can not enter, and we are waiting at the door, there came a man holding butter lamps, and at his door, when Bama to his injecting a few drops of butter lamps, and asked him to bring his own pious to the Buddha.
Later I went to a small house and the girls were decked out Flanagan columns used in hairpin, wooden comb and small accessories. Pema said that some things a girl to stay in the columns, you can get Buddha's blessing, she said that she had been left before. I learned to junda, as posted on the Buddha to his forehead before the hada on the seat, what comfort do not want to rely on for a while, then dial the next blue barrette hair hanging on the pole. Now my small hairpin has also quietly hung in the little Buddhist temple where Drepung it, thought about this was very warm.
How we could not find the end of that statue to worship Buddha, white Mary salute to a monk and asked him to take us to. So we began to climb, Drepung (Bama is so pronounced: "The person Bong") is a hillside. Of course, finally saw the magnificent statues of Buddha. Took us to a young monk Jiao Awang Rinzin, he was about to hurry to take part in debate on the square in front hall by the General Assembly.
Monks were sitting around the square, in a lively scarlet, the two monks standing in the middle of talk with the Tibetan language, a high-five from time to time to strengthen the language. Quickly, the other is defeated, the square burst into applause Hongnao sound. Drepung Monastery is a good place.
Author: freetao
