And Tibetan Buddhism (Yellow Sect) of short-term exposure
27 afternoon, look at me, a restless in the office as a whole. Bosses also dragged open Laus subsidiaries. All my colleagues are surprised at Xian Zhao: how do you still This is not leaving the country again? Train for an hour after opening, and finally, to see the boss coming, and my back pack, hello: I AM LEAVING RIGHT NOW, ORELSE WILL MISS THE TRAIN. And no matter how he answer that question, as to fly out of the company.
In the bustling train bound for Lanzhou in a solitary me, but especially the excitement. Many years of dreams will be realized, suddenly a kind of feeling is not real. Then, the routine: According to friends, send text messages singly notice. And let them bless me: There Yan Yu, no bandits encountered.
24 hours later, I arrived in Lanzhou. To tell the truth, had never been seen, not yet set out the ultimate travel schedule. Inquire about the traffic situation then. A person is such benefits.
"Red Tour" The curtain officially opened from Xiahe. Tibet is known as the second came to this small town called to meet me is that burning sun. Tibetans sitting in the street of small shops, immersed in the bath in the sun, while sipping yak butter tea, while looking at the sparse pedestrian streets, ears ringing did not understand the scriptures (Tripitaka), from time to time, and side tables there are a few monks, no one to chat with.
The evening pacing to Labrang Monastery (external), Yellow Sect, one of six major monasteries. Far we have heard through the cylinder rotation has issued a "Zhi Ya" sound, Ruqirusu, it seems to tell us the story of its bearer. Followed Tibetan, hand turn the mouth and remembered, and got the sixth mantra, pray for health and peace. (Note: The intention is: This is the sound I imagine one by one devil, crying to be the reincarnation of Wei Ren) later said to the companions of my ideas, got him supercilious numerous: If those who hear the Tibetans, and may from time to Well. . . Oh, I had to promise the Wei-Wei cowardly imbecile.
Yin Oi sky, an eagle circled the. Windy, and kicking up clouds of temple bells issued Qingcui the top of the sound beam. In this way, I really want to quietly sit Tingna wind, ring tones, mixed with eagles flying at high altitudes of the voice. (Insert Syria: Is a little cool. After my side of the Tibetan old woman who touched my clothes, mutter grumble a few words, I did not real, but wanted to come to feel that I wear very little, do not nipped)
A full circle turn down more than 2 hour, my right hand has also played a bubble. The Mix roommate later told me, a total of more than 1,500 by the cylinder, is said to be the largest by way of a turn.
Vertical on the morning of my marching snow, wearing a peer-MM borrowed rain clothes, approached the Labrang Monastery.
Temple of light in the dark, only with the headlights, was able to saw the wall around the mural. These experienced the vicissitudes of the centuries, but still colorful patterns, silently talk with, so that the mind has become particularly quiet moment.
As the tour guide to a temple everywhere, listen to explain my sudden emergency: a burst stomach ache. Gosh. . . MM was too late to go into detail, a gesture, I would hastily withdraw.
So, I was not able to properly according to the original plan some travels.
At this time of the Labrang Monastery, sweeping away under the glittering in the sun shining, but a little more crisp flavor.
When I pack to leave, clear up the days. Could not help looking the other way to look around in the hot sun under the sun suddenly active in the whole town up. The farewell for me is that the fiery red sun. . . . . .
Tar whose fame came with the Labrang Monastery, Xining, Qinghai Province in the urban areas far away from the case of Cameroon Lotus Mountain hillside. Pioneer of the Gelug Sect of Tibetan Buddhism, the birthplace of Tsongkhapa. Similar buildings, the difference is that more tourists and hawkers, so that Tar is much more lively, noisy.
By the tour guide explained that the origin of the Tar Monastery. First, tower, tower-centric construct a temple after. There are a number of Tibetans would also like to have a past in front of the tower and knock his head. Is said to be to knock over hundreds of thousands of heads, and this number is also the source of this tower is quite the relationship.
The most surprised me was none other than gorgeous butter sculpture. To know the melting point of butter is very low, which requires the production of works carried out in the winter. Lamas their hands soaked in cold water for prolonged periods because of carving the sake of being frozen to the disabled. At the moment in the window are placed within the air-conditioning, in order to prevent the butter to melt, while the tour guide told us that each of these exhibits are out of Chan its place. I have a closer look, one by one in front of lifelike characters, with what was a kind of faith to make such a selfless person to create such beautiful works? The devotion of their heart, and the spirit of the persistent pursuit of art touched me.
With the tourists came to the corner of the monastery, saw monks gathered in a large space is located, one occasion, he high-five, one occasion, he shouted something controversial. Was originally a time when they are cited by the argument, and the scene it looks like Daoting examination. The lovely tourists who scrambled fun to play. Have been raised by the monks on their background to shoot photos, and does not have 'fun' peace, to form an interesting landscape.
(Insert Syria: heart, said a not taken a picture of those people look really funny)
Mayday, such as the baby's face, saying that as they please. Temperatures plummeted, while I was wearing a T-shirt, only hasty farewell to this Buddhist temple.
Twilight of the Tar, revealing a trace of harmony and quiet. . .
*****************
Cross Night winding mountain snow
To Xining the next morning, a roommate: "a big snow," so that I suddenly sleepy no. Tatema packing to, peremptorily broke into the vast expanse of whiteness of the snow. Patches of snow Pitougainao to hit, and I only targeted at your head held high, the snow toward the wind, feel that they hit your face with cold wind, joy.
I In this way, carrying a large bag inside, outside wrapped in raincoats, and interest to have a 3322 pedestrians walking in the street, passers-by have told me their eyes ceremony. Perhaps the novelty of my face and the look of a child-like innocence make them smile surprised endless bar.
Dusk leaving Xining, so at the Jiuquan the CMB, on looking ahead, hill and dale were covered with thick snow cover, adding to the monotony of the mountains in a dash of anger, there was the lush tree covered with Bing Leng, it seems down quite a bit Christmas tree looks like. All of this snow so rare color I, throbbing inexplicable. But did not last long, cold night when the attack began to wear thin I am.
Vehicle continued to travel the winding mountain road into the high accident location. Sedentary Happening to me, and do not know why all of a sudden heart does not ease up. Hastened to the number, train number and other information sent in Lanzhou friends, for just in case. At the same time, I began to breakdown of the items inside the bag next to the skin, is enough for the need of an emergency, and prayed silently in their hearts. Now want to come may be ridiculous, but then the situation of local people would really like.
Was driven off the train at midnight dinner in the field and straight tremble in me, and told myself to be strong, be courageous, to be. . . . . . Finally stay up in the car, neighbor's husband kindly gave me his sweater Phi, out of instinct energy demand, so I am kind-hearted people bitterly evil wife's eyes is negligible, not politely accept it.
Feel fits and starts myself, I wonder whether there is the timing of heating the car open. Mifengzhuoyan, looking out the window of the snow-capped mountains, mind emerges from the Krabi in Thailand back to Bangkok's night train trip pondered consciousness gradually become blurred.
*************
Desert sunset a person's romantic
May 3, 2004, the weather was sunny
Jiuquan bumps in the long-distance bound for Pakistan, the window of the geomorphological features have told me that has entered the Zhangye. Dawn of the ray of sunshine, for I have gone through the cold night, no doubt, in the heart projection of the Road of hope. Finally let me keep one finally see the light through!.
Dealers near 8 o'clock arrived at Jiuquan, the throat on the ancient Silk Road city, is located in the beautiful and rich western end of Hexi Corridor, China's space satellite launch center. But I do not arrange into the tour, want to come for us to be able to visit this part of the very limited and not worth mentioning.
9:00 more riding on a bus heading for the fast Dunhuang. All the way, along the busy capturing the scene outside the window. Overwhelming loess eyeful of Boundless. . . . . .
To come, my heart's as to the! Don, the earth of Italy, is thriving and prosperous also.
I have successfully found accommodation near the train station. Settled after 4 pm, just be able to catch up with the bus to go on shoots Mingsha spring, watch the sunset.
Stepped into the door, he was in front of scenery to overawed. I have not had the experience of the desert, the brain has a short few seconds gap.
Barefoot, deep kick, light kick in the Sand Sea in the walk. To tell the truth, than the climbing strenuous climb sand, three steps forward, one step backward, it may also do not have a fan fun.
Staggering the way, when children stop and take a rest, the breeze off the Buddha eyes reach of Office, the visitors, such as one by one slowly moving black dots.
The front, there is a shadow moving. I have a good strong, this did not speed up the pace and catch up. Daoshi slowing of the original rhythm, starting to appreciate the quiet feet deep, Postscript from the kind of wonderful feeling.
Tai Shou suddenly saw there in front of the lens opposite to me, and smiled. The boy said, dressed in red for me, is like a red dot, dotted with this piece of loess, strange beauty, they could not help but photographed the. Today, think about it, regret did not exchange contact information, so that the loss of this rare photos out of.
See the two boys sitting in the middle open. "How, not climb it?" "Urgent Han, not in a hurry."
After greeting, and then walk a few steps of me, pondering over the earlier dialogue, suddenly stopped in their tracks. Mitotic hesitate to forward to today, is it really necessary to set foot on sand-feng?
Recall that came from a myself, I always only know Padaoshanding earlier than others. Always thought the most beautiful scenery in respect of in the distance, in the height. However, later discovered, the original, the most beautiful is to hold at the moment, with the amount owned.
Coming out of mind more than once, then Tiger Leaping Gorge in Yunnan, ten days 7 carers who met with me the situation. He told me the secret of mountain climbing, do not rise to the estimates of their own How far away from the summit. This reminds me of our life. You can not predict the length of it, but it can control its width, live in the moment, heartily过好每一天to enjoy the beautiful at the moment.
Other hand, many people around, all creep Peak rush, like to participate in race horses, wearing goggles, hard running forward, in addition to the finish line outside the white lines and what not see. They are obsessed with "infinite beauty in the dangerous mountain peak."
However, this moment, that was then, when they finally reached their height set by suddenly, in a meeting of the climb and promises, they missed with the beautiful scenery. Peak wind roaring past, watching the afterglow of the mountain, only sighed. . . . . . Fading light, it is almost dusk.
Stop-go, stop-go. Time to go is to to another state, stop time, in order to appreciate life. Given the opportunity to come to this colorful world, it should be like a traveler, not only to climb wading, complete our journey, but also to appreciate, lingers on.
With this in mind, the challenges to recover the book I reach the top, simply lie down on the sand in the valuables. Hands fiddle with the sand, feeling like this time, sand between my fingers slip away, slip Guozhi Chu, there were still a little Yu Wen, heartwarming.
Life for the first time to view the desert sunset, enjoying a romantic person. In the afterglow of the desert sunset, under the division of light and shade, under, revealing a beautiful flowing lines. At this point, speech is so pale and weak.
Beauty I covet your neighbor, having left a long time to leave. Leng Leng front of the sky, looking at color changes, wanted to take her on this imprint in the mind. Even the best camera can not faithfully reproduce the scenario at that time, why not allow at the moment freeze-frame in my memory, as the flow of images never do?
Ears short message alert tone, Faye Wong's 'hero'. That melodious music of the desert at this time added a wipe boundless, and the plaintive charm on her by the echoes in the air, he was drifting along my thoughts from afar. . . . . .
*******************
In Lanzhou-filled night sky, the "sheep's head" lingering fragrance
Lanzhou evening, I and my friends drove to see the sunset Jingan slow. After Anning District Agricultural University, and then through a peach forest, appeared in front of an iron bridge. We can only stand and looked at a red sun finally disappeared into the horizon. Though a bit feel disappointed, but既来之,则安之bar.
Foot in the iron bridge board, inadvertently down Piele Yan. Obediently, head Fanyun call. Straight line down my body, going under the bridge waiting to fall on the Pentium line of sight of the Yellow River water, and instantly a kind of illusion. No iron bridge, as if he was hanging in the air, is directly above the rushing river on. Heart vaguely birth Cecil Qieyi, hastens recovery of vision and continue to move forward.
However, out of a few steps, but also could not help but want to look more slower to catch on. This does not look it does not matter a look, as enchanted as the whole person. . . Line of sight can not be moved. Perhaps also some psychological space to force himself to overcome the fear factor, so I actually walked all the way head down the end of the bridge.
At this point, the night was come to the city. On both sides of the road, reaching hailed, unsuccessful, we face a Ministry of passing vehicles, I can only look on in despair's sake. Later, a friend on the roadside found a woman just learning to drive, and discuss a long time before they agreed to take us a way. So, we have in the fairly stable Driving Status in narrowly to the destination: Binhe Road, Ma bearded lamb.
Just taking a seat, I would not wait to open o'clock. A moment later, the display on the front of a whole sheep's head. A friend looked at me, I stared at sheep's head, 'brush', the raised part of chopsticks straight to its essence, "the sheep eye." 'A Wu' a bit off! Hei hei, and then directed at a fun friend. His front of my 'feat' tongue-tied, and then to witness the simple-minded, "she" was my whole process of elimination until I threw the last piece of sheep bones, shouting jolly comfortable.
Tea and eat enough meat, under the stars into me, and walk along the Binhe the Dangling. L'etoile night sky dotted with the city, a thought of tomorrow must journey home, and my heart is not reluctance. 好想so go all the way,好想so let go tonight unlimited extension. . .
Back to Shanghai, train, car radio speakers sounded sad Cang northwest of the song, looking out the window for me, and I begin to miss the chanting voice that whispered, then stretching of the Qilian Shan mountain range, which look endless loess, that the desert sunset . . . . . .
Author: Mustang Qiqi Ge from: Original login name: Mustang Qiqi Ge