Lhasa, is always do not want to touch a place in his heart. Because of too much, as I scribbled as simple as walking, is to look at do not understand. Fortunately, I only write their own Lhasa. Lhasa itself is not much with the relationship.
As a problem in life, it's there, you would not even past.
In Tibet, east, south, north, west, Where can I avoid the Lhasa?
Past, the future is still the case. So, face their own issues now.
Valentine's Day, receive a special gift, from the Jokhang Temple - new version of "The Love Song Lama and the Secret History."
Of course, time is just coincidence. However, they why not appreciate this kind of coincidence? Fantastic - Valentine's Day, Lama, Jokhang Temple, this is what the concept of being as far away as 5000 kilometers outside of me, quietly one night, quietly chewing.
Floating my way, and what do they really know how to Lama, but he was as a mortal love Bale. But the Jokhang Temple allowed.
This is the charm of the Jokhang Temple.
First arrived in Lhasa, desperately wholeness with what Geshe Lama, what Red Sect White Sect, what the Dalai Lama, always run to the Jokhang Temple, always put on a thinking gesture. But in the end is really just want to experience the kind of tolerance and acceptance of the Jokhang Temple, other, is not important.
Also to the three temples, all the information on the book and makes out with, but simply do not see hearts.
Simply to seize the person who asked:
"I ask, where the living Buddha? I want to see him. Could it?"
Each time, there is no unacceptable.
That 80-year-old sitting in front, I see the same kind that is like an old grandmother, width and smile. Sun gently shining, visible dust, such as the wizard in the Wu Zhao. Or cry, or laugh, simple and straightforward. The next to go, put a bag of fruit, is like visiting relatives. Naturally, but also for some baby back. Do not stay very long time, that is, a share of want to feel the love deep in wisdom.
This is the charm of Tibet.
Would also like enough to the wisdom of others, and also want to do someone else's walk. However, the demand that do not come, therefore, or with their own eyes to feel his own heart of Lhasa.
See the most is your own tears - do not even think about the wrong --
Not because we came back to be expressed to the loved ones touched by - somehow Ye Hao, was God to guide Ye Hao, insight impermanence Ye Hao, emotion, beauty - is
Not --
Just because --
Lonely
Often, walking in the street, forget that this is Tibet.
Think of Chengdu, Kunming and Zhongdian. Itself is a bright spot, but the point is surrounded by numerous brighter. As a result, more light, but no longer their own luster. Anyway, a word, bright. However, Liang was chaos, chaos had been proud of some people upset.
Think of Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou. Wide variety of people, all sorts of gadgets, big, "fashion", people confusion, people could not find the North. Is not that a Beijing Road do, will not that do street was that lap? However, passing is passing, there is no such city's core.
Early morning, walking in the Jokhang Temple square. Trance, walking hurriedly. An old man, shaking turning cylinders, warm laugh at me, "slowly, slowly." I have brilliant old man smile.
Looking back, they are a burst into tears.
The entire plaza, I am the only one who did not help to panic. Knock a long head, with the way of faith; turn light to turn a long period of quiet. Tourism, as a group of statements the team; shopping, and sway the owners desire.
The entire plaza, I am the only one who did not help to panic.
Go to Ganden Monastery, with the nature around. Do not know what into a hall, the temple's monks greeted me, "a little rest and drink tea."
Sit down, before drinking one, began to cry. Splashed with tears flowing, a further one of the napkin, wiping the tears a lot of the nose. Can not stop himself. The other languages do not pass, just keeps those snacks into my hands. Homesick? Sick? Lost a friend? They asked not enlightening.
I like a little rogue Popi, we face the tolerance and acceptance of the eyes, does not speak, he kept crying. Just want to cry.
Share of loneliness, the kind of helpless, hair-trigger.
Lhasa in late autumn, backpack of people go almost the same.
Morning, at the bedside of the dawn of vicious faint smell of sweet-scented osmanthus.
Higurashi, the setting sun in the streets where the thick smell of incense roast duck.
With each city's autumn, there is no difference!
Eating biscuits. Very fragrant biscuits, from a young Tibetan monk Zoige sent. To eat a lot, only to find the above there are beautiful animals. Thin look, the hands of one is a pig. Wearing a flower hat, wearing a small apron, Chao Zhao a small spatula. Big eyes, long lashes. Eye amused, but also Tuzhao naughty tongue. At that time, suddenly stared. Forget to eat. Has been dipped in water, it slowly softened, until falling into the boxes inside.
Began to cry, to the little apron and a small spatula.
... ...
Such a cry --
A little something to do with others.
On the way, know that no home can be strong alone. In Lhasa, he did not know the home is finished.
This is a city and cut off 3,700 meters above sea level, and any one city no different. Escaped from the city for you, but also into the city, is it fear?
It's not a city, due to a large-chao, only in Lhasa. Many years, and Edwin or Edwin, Lhasa, growing into a big Zhao tightly wrapped more and more suffocating. Tibetans go to Lhasa in order to go to Edwin. We went to Edwin, because to Lhasa. Lhasa and then large, Tibetans can always find Edwin, because it is there. We go to Lhasa, has become increasingly disorientated.
The days do not also blue? Do not lower the cloud? Do not also bright with a smile?
From Chengdu flying over, this is the case! Step by step into the past, it is not the case! Therefore, the blue sky is not in Lhasa, but the mood!
In a bar the door, met a girl, familiar, slap say hello, "not to go wow?"
"Why did I go?" Ears, suddenly, as has been stuffed into a hand grenade.
Hurry back. Yes, I wrong place.
Shannan had met, she had been wearing a custom-made Tibetan installed in every night bar where stray.
For her, blue sky and white clouds, is a bar in Lhasa.
To Tibet, from the days of near, far from their families, your heart, you can indulgent. She is so. I have such problems.
But, I indulge in the sun, her indulgence in the night bar where. Are indulgent. Bale.
Driving once inside buddy, come here to aid Tibet. Three times a day, my car ran a small hotel to find people. How could refuse such a passion?
Invited me to dinner. Looking forward to a bright green tomatoes cucumber, hot pot city Xiangla Xie been received. Kept trained on air over a large pair of pliers, do not know if I chew it or whether it is chewing on my stiff empty stomach. Hot pot city voices are all occupied. "Lhasa is a real leisure city" to live in Lhasa, N days, you can hear the N +1 times. This remark is true.
Boss apparently there is not much appetite, while absent-minded to listen to my verbosity while looking around. From time to time, there is an acquaintance face to face, slap a greeting, touching a cup, and then continue to look around.
Finally, taken for a ride came. "Service of Health, this recorded in my account! Hey, you even told me what kind. Then you should do more to worry about it.", A single, it was bought, crab feast will be over.
This "little fellow" and a big face, was invited to eat a second foot the bill was again!
A pair of husband and wife, is my friend, as the first batch of aid to Tibet arrived in Lhasa tour. Their team leader is also the hometown. Because the older the (three dozen called big!) Physically weak and the (beauty gardening does not pull the same meal to drink tea called bad!) In aid from a few months, almost no tour guides take over as the group. Travel quite a few objections. But in the end, do not mistake, people are "National Excellent guides to aid Tibet," also the country a total of five. A small husband and wife work diligently, and obstinately has been squeezed out of the quota. Why? Because she was weaving a sweater given to foreigners that opened the school for blind children.
Both good and face the country, our guides to aid Tibet both good and face the working group, we are blind in Lhasa, two in five months woven sweaters! (Of course, also donated some money. Not allowed to obliterate!)
Lhasa's tourism, the need these two sweaters for help? However,
This is the philosophy of life, from Lhasa, to our city, no different.
The way young Kham Lhasa encountered small group to return to Lhasa, and then chat about with them to drink butter tea, but it is not a. They are about the place lang Mary Hall, about the contents of the bounce. Nothing wrong, just wrong.
At one time, there is a Kangba guy on the straight and asked "One man out, not JI it?" He pronounced Di Sisheng JI. I do not know what he said was "urgent" or "Lonely," but in fact the same meaning. I laughed "No JI呀!" But psyche, do not hate myself smile superficial smile emboldened. So, Lhasa simply share my disdain of the passing of this hypocrisy.
Lhasa, is a concept, want to cry to laugh can be captured as a justification.
Lhasa is a city, you must follow the city rules to enjoy life.
No, they can not be avoided, only cry.
Lhasa, is life like no matter whether do not like worth mentioning, can not avoid. Once again --
I only write their own Lhasa. Lhasa itself is not much with the relationship.
Author: westowhere
