Like many others, to Lhasa after the involuntary idle up. Always wake up late, even still leaning against the bed, watching two episodes of the Big Gate, before the went out slow. Jokhang Temple Square, Abdallah Square, street was, red Xeikon, Tibetan tea and vegetable market is my haunted place. Sometimes, I turn full circle around the street was also tireless lap. At other times, I sat in the Jokhang Temple Square, the flower bed edges, with many people of different races and I have exchanged with the same warm smile, a time does not know where they are.
Just met the Tibetan friends, always a good investment and I have told me many amazing stories. Big tsampa Health small tsampa ah, what in the lake saw things thieves steal at home ah. . . . . . Every one I always heard yelling, said: "if it is true!" While the lovely Tibetan brothers and is always a look of earnest, without a doubt, said: "Truly, I tell you!" And then yes I am full of convincing nod and sigh: "amazing!" I thought, my sincere expression has also impressed them, are always taken great pains to satisfy my curiosity, even a child of turning things Souchangguadu out. . . . . .
Very much like this laid-back days of lax, it is willing to consume me so every day.
But the trip, after all, is to proceed. Finally, in the fifth day after arrived in Lhasa, the back of his luggage alone hit the road.
The western suburbs of the station did not know how the kind of operation. No one selling tickets to me, only with the driver to set a solicitation to buy the ticket before the window. To spend 50 yuan on the one Santana, after Qushui Bridge, all the way along the emerald green of the Brahmaputra, straight Zetang. With the car the three men as businessmen. Along the way we all silent, no one with whom to speak. Inquire about the person in front of the driver with Shannan there agate stone, Where can I got to, an expression of eager to get rich; that sleeping next to the rickety, with the tall hair comb Moss has changed shape; rely on it side window of middle-aged man shouted excitedly pointing to the Brahmaputra: "Sheep Lake! Sheep Lake! so beautiful!." Hehe.
He drove fast, more than three hours later, I had to put their luggage Zetang Moonlight Hotel, on the written to the "Chang Zhusi" China and Pakistan. To the end, I asked the driver where Changzhu Si? Next to a boy wearing school uniform, said: "Just there, I'll show you!" He called Kelsang this year, third year, and is a handsome fellow Tibetans do.
Has 1,300 years of history Changzhu Si ---- Tibet's first Buddhist temple, on the other side of the road, I turned a blind eye.
A bit run-down dilapidated temples, made me feel a kind of power. With Kelsang one after a Buddhist temple worship, will not do get to the bottom. One of the small hall, which features ferocious statue, as well as statues of Buddha with a cloth covered his face, lamas also seemed to tie in with this scene as a rapid pounding the drums, people may feel fear, could not help speed up the pace, those who cover the face of the Buddha Let me exceedingly strange in a desperate attempt from the side to see their true Yan, Gesang say no to look at, to see would be unlucky. I hasten convergence scared curious eyes, thanks to another prayer. A lot of things in the world is very hard to say clearly, I think we are in awe of the gods, or some good. Thanks to the second floor of a Buddhist temple at the last, and finally across the rail network to see that let me admiring a masterpiece Treasures - pearl Thangka. Thangka made of pearl inlaid top, Guanyin Bodhisattva Body beautiful, and looked calm in the open. Exquisite craft is impressive. The monks Shi hall a bit holy water, we drank a moral support in his hands is a highland barley wine taste. Gesang said that today we are lucky, usually drunk visible.
Chang Zhusi out of the camera pointed at Gesang, he said no. Asked him if there is such a taboo, fear of putting away the soul of photo? He said that phase never passed them, but just not used to. Respect for his habit, I will not insist. Told him that I originally wanted to Liugejinian, but also send him one. He said: "sent me?! Well, you helped me a picture." I think that attracted him was not the first time photography, but a letter from afar. So I photographed him his first photos. A letter sent to Tibet, also attracted me.
For Changzhu Si, I have to admit that some tend to be cursory in. I have not left a deep impression on its distant history, not pearl Thangka, not those who gained an outstanding reputation for peerless treasure, but those who cover the face of the Buddha, a monk of the holy water facilities and give the photo shoot Gesang.
Good-bye to Gesang, a person standing on the roadside waiting for a train to go Yumbulagang. Around a very desolate, but also do not see what the tourists can not even find a Han's face, car a long time not to let me feel some anxiety. A stranger came to the plateau, it seems somewhat lonely. Opposite to return to the CMB Zetang driver told me to go Yumbulagang car is not too much, but soon there. Kyrgyzstan through his words, the car had arrived. The car are all Tibetans, they are good to me in the smile, and I nodded hello, let me feel the warmth of home away from home. The language barrier, we used to pass a smile and friendly. Half-way off of people, but also, and I waved good-bye. What a friendly nation ah!
Lydia sat in the last row, patting the air around here so I did it to her, she was very young, has a bright red face and white teeth, typical of the Tibetan people's faces. She would say simple Chinese, her home village in the Yumbulagang below, repeatedly asked me to go home and drink tea. Shengqingnanque to see if it is still early and get off with her. When the driver will take me the money, as long as you have a cash bar. I am pleased to accept such a privilege. And Lydia, walked countryside paths, pushing her family's courtyard, a pink peach blossoms open is brilliant, faction Chunyiangran. A small garden next to the water just poured off, and only a bunch of the same plants as seedlings. Dao Shi garden fence surrounded attracted me. Is a circle of approximately 45-degree angle against the fork into the soil of beer bottles! Exposed only to bottle out, good chic ah! Even a careful look at the directions are basically the same mark ---- Lhasa beer! Bottled beer seems to Lhasa, the body is a treasure ah. If I ad people must make the subject turned into ads. The other side of the courtyard walls inscribed with the words
I LOVE YOU a few characters, the following are single beds. Lydia said it was her brother's site. Received some new things that young people, is not lying here, looking at the Star every night thinking about his lover? Lydia, husky mom brought a pot of butter tea. Edge, and both mother and daughter tea while chatting. Lydia's mother, Chinese say pretty good, when in the village has also worked as a teacher. Is finally given me time to write down her home address, pick up a pen forgot the words, and only write the approximate shape, then I guess by pressing her pronunciation correction.
Goodbye to Lydia's mother, Lydia, sent me to the village edge, repeatedly saying: "You have to come back, we are friends."
Yumbulagang stands in Tashi Peak Hill the next day, far looked like a tower. The surrounding mountains are barren, brown hills and mountains bare, very bleak. Along the path towards the mountain that isolated hilltop palace in the mountain is not high, it seems not far from the road a bit steep, combined with the altitude, take a moment out of breath by then. Wind growing, clouds are thick up, Yumbulagang also Snob's standing there, like elusive. I started a little scared, if a sudden there is a big storm, and in this hillside what to do. Only buried bar forward.
Yumbulagang little while on the transfer finished. Here is the legend in the history of Tibet's first palace, but also the first building, was later expanded by the V Dalai Lama, has gradually become a temple, is that many monks have been self-cultivation areas. This famous shrine are only a few monks. They day after day in this place away from the earthly chanting, self-cultivation, Wuyuwuqiu. Material poverty and spiritual wealth than seemed so insignificant.
Greater the wind around the cylinder for turning the temple wind creak turn, streamer also pops creaked. I was standing on the corridors of Siwai looked around the vast land, rolling hills, the wind Guozhi Chu yellow sand over the sky, Yumbulagang proudly isolated and refined driving into the distance. I have some trance, why do I long journey came to this place? The appeal is somewhere do?
Along that trail up the mountain to leave, bad weather has accelerated the pace of me, but could not help but look back, look back again and again.
Author: thelastrose
