Living in the auspicious days, near the Jokhang Temple, the street was a daily afternoon walk around always like to go there. Were removed from in the flow of yourself, to experience, feel the heart has also been some kind of enlightenment.
With the flow of people in the street was through the eyes are taken into account, beginning with a dazzling array of small commodities, Cangshi crafts and businesses, shops, and then, my eyes began to turn by turning the people. I like the flow of people-oriented, looking at them from the front line too, watching the pious constant shaking of the elderly through the wheel, watching the tall, red belt Kham pitching guy, watching the gray one on his forehead, has There calluses of kowtowing to people like me looking at Chinese and foreign tourists. Because of their beliefs, because of habit, because of curiosity, all mixed together, enter this revolves around a seemingly endless flow of people in a core rotation.
This core is the Jokhang Temple, a tall, has golden roofs of the temple, Temple and the house of a low point of the film into the ever-burning butter lamps, temple front is always full of knock long head of the people, come and go, be it the desire eternal life, the desire for the afterlife, all poured in to kiss in the body and the earth. Holding the hands together, in the bending bow, in the knees knock ups and downs, they are preoccupied, aspirations and actions in the absolute unity. However, in a long knock after the break, they group together, drinking butter tea chat, it seems at home life.
Jokhang Temple, the temple of the prayer wheels turning around, turning the crowd, the dark-filled hall inside the cigarette, but he did not understand the sacred, mysterious recitation sound, a red yellow robe of the monks, deities before the flicker flicker butter lamps, devout believers shaking figure, all wrapped in burning Napian Tibetan incense filled the air, the gold and silver production, studded jewelery Buddha sat in on, to remain unchanged for thousands of years The eyes of all that.
Temple on top of a roof platform on which stands a golden roof, golden sculpture. Jinding above is a blue sky, white clouds. That blue is so pure, but no trace of impurities. And that Bai Yun is so pure, that kind of light, so soft. Only to Tibet, you can feel that you would see the blue sky and white clouds are so untrue; only to Tibet, you can feel that blue sky is so near from us, you can head-up, looking down, and even appears to touch (To tell the way, I personally believe that even if only to Tibet to see the blue sky and white clouds, that's a kind of enjoyment, but also value).
Blue sky, the platform, a group of women who beat Al Gore, in the chorus singing songs, melodies are not complicated, very relaxed, casual, but with the labor movement, and background of blue sky appears to be very coordinated. They lined up, a hand-held tools, hand swinging to the rhythm. Consistent pace and advance and retreat orderly, show of hands, every move she makes, turn around, like dance in general. Have never seen the daily labors can combine with the songs and dances so well, as if it was for this song and dance to produce these crafts. Blue sky to accompany them, and working with nature, singing and dancing as one muddy. I often stay at the side of a long time to watch. But this time, it means that the deities high golden dome, but become less eye-catching.
Now, more than kowtowing is still tough, recitation sound is still blowing, incense is still shrouded, religion, the pursuit of the spiritual world, the desire for eternal afterlife will continue in this way forever.
Above, the eternal blue sky and white clouds, Smart's body, harmony singing, accompanied by the most ordinary daily labors, worldly life will be such a lively, casual forms alive and go on.
This is the Tibetan people living on both sides, abnormal great, but they are very coordinated and concentrated below the top in the Jokhang Temple.
Note: playing Al Gore, is to use a ramming tool to play solid roof to prevent leakage. Tool to its lower end to a circular stone plate, stone plate the middle holes, chips in wood. Is usually carried out by women, single hand rod, divided into two groups, take turns ramming.
Author: nustcai
