Travel to Tibet, to my biggest shock is not reflected upside with distant blue sky lake, not the golden dome of the temple into the sky, the celestial burial is not a mystery, but it is we take for granted, bustling between people. Of course, they and we see people who normally are different although they have to face dark but colorful clothing, they are living in poverty despite a brilliant smile, though they have peace of mind, without civilization, they are living on the plateau above the blue sky of the , the cattle and sheep between the mountains and among the Tibetans.
Note 1: beggars first arrived in Lhasa, gives the first impression that so many beggars here! As long as the tourist attractions are scattered around the plate sitting on the floor, dirty dirty, ragged beggars. They have men and women, old and young, most of our movies Shouzhi Common Prayer wheel, gently shaking turn the saw tourists through, we discuss should be asking for. 1 hair 2 hair is not too few, bowed deeply to you; ten-dollar eight dollars to have no delight Chongrubujing nodded thanks, and then continue to roll in turn begin turning cylinder, mouth mutter prayers. Also some children, petite body on the Messenger with a simple musical instrument similar to the Dong Bula like wearing a little after years of not washing robes, hop skip your eyes come up and sing without any explanation on the play up, not in the mood of tourists pulled out a small change to pass if they do stop, where the mood to listen a while, and then arm around their pictures taken.
Soon you will find pocket change for less prepared, and bigger money and could not bear to dig out, but walking in the Buddhist holy places, and felt that any errors can not be generous handouts virtue, so annoyed at producing such a beggar: What good do, a beggar! Over this lack of dignity, look at his face the day! Also playing a small 99 secretly in their hearts: they do every day to discuss the how much is it able to save! Maybe more than tourists like us to be rich! Since then, more heart abhor them, often to see Yang Zhelian proudly through it, turn the dish like this in mind the dignity of people who do not will turn away from the idea of heaven, but also worried about being entangled beggars did not receive grace, Shui Liao way safe, and no beggars, as the Mainland pull people Yijiao events. But added that a pair of mother and child beggars, after our time of a few people, friends dig of a dime to their children, their children over to me to reach out again Coudao hands, my mind is tired but not yet, and stand his mother to a He pulled to the side, and then bowed and left. Reminded of my mind rude words: gentleman expansive, man is unhappy and worried. I would at this time indicates the fraction of "bad people" mentality.
But what really enabled me to understand and change the views of those beggars are chartered in our area to Nyingchi the way to our drivers, surnamed Mei, was a 30 year-old children Sichuanese, has lived in Tibet for ten years, see knowledge more widely, can articulate, a factoring things smart satisfactory end, but when they talk about Tibetans, but it made the band respect, he told us that Tibet is a nation full of Buddhist devotees, including roadside beggars, They normally do not discuss the money to be impoverished in order to improve their own lives, but turned again donate to the temple, and then come back again to continue to do what they were doing eyed beggars. We are doubtful, half-suspected half puzzled.
Then one day I witnessed this scene before they fully believed in the words of master plum. That was a few children, they are suburbs of Lhasa, the world's largest monastery Drepung Monastery before a beggar, in the discuss to a few cents soon after the turn ran into the temple, and leave money in a Buddha, one should greet, and then turned to run away. They are still a group of children, children's nature so that they run away when Dadanaonao, laughing and joking, but I watched them long, long time. Since ancient times, religion is a very wonderful thing, it occupies people's minds, so that no matter how difficult live situation, even the beggars, it is still calm ease.
I finally for these beggars to Tibet and moved.
Note 2: the elderly was seen only in movies like gully profusion of vicissitudes sounded's face! Old people's face! In here, Lhasa, Tibet, but everywhere that face, I guess they are not city people, is a rush of tens of millions of miles, shuttles to the belief from the hearts. Humpback to 70 degrees, the smooth and powerful turning the turning drum, sounded wind and frost and pious, deflated lips into whispers between the verses they recite the classic image. Before the Jokhang Temple, the Potala Palace ago, everything left behind them an interesting figure. Seen the movie "Red River Valley" who shook some of that turn prayer wheels, hand holding little old lady had the Tibetan Sun Sun profound impression, and in Tibet, this is not the film on the legendary, but it is a daily occurrence in the around are not uncommon, the real content.
Those of us blame the tourists rarely more frequently then raised the camera, facing the shutter kept these old people, old people and some turn a blind eye to continue to walk, and some open space in the flower bed side chat, speech smile, and some face calm and Youzi meditation. Tourists For them, it does not mean civilization, on behalf of wealthy, on behalf of the fashion, the material on behalf of all the people restless, in their eyes, the tourists are like heaven Yunxia, gather from the sky when the magnificent, tranquil sky, when released into the atmosphere away, and so only. They like a sunny inner calm when the lake Iriki, like, pure leisurely and sweeping. Vicissitudes of the faces as they survive, like the Potala Palace have gone through wind and rain is still noble and serene.
This is a color-loving nation, in terms of the magnificent building or to a small clothing, are gorgeous incomparable. From the young to the elderly, are all dressed preferences, advocating a warm color, while the colors of Tibet, but also as the eyes of Tibetan people in general pure and bright. Often carefully edited by two gray braids, head of the Tibetan Zhuizhao colorful headdress old woman from passing those hair mainly green or blue turquoise and red coral and silver ornaments mainly red, green and blue and white, in the sunshine Sha Shi Fun Day, it really beautiful. While they are in the garment color with blue heart benefits in quality, are often made us wonder stylish urban women, in the street to see a more than 70-year-old elderly woman Touguo big red scarf, a pair of big red and foot board riding boots Zhuiyou exquisite pattern, the body is gray Changuo's robes, but in the right shoulder at another corner of the big flashing red, three red and his body cleverly echoes and never obtrusive, but full of flavor, style may be the word used in the an old body not quite right, but you have clearly felt that deep sense of lingering beauty, even the self-affiliation wrinkles clouds, but kind face of well-being circulated to open to. Yes, perhaps only in Tibet, only vicissitudes of life, and so harmonious and unified style bar.
Although the Tibetan old people simply do not have the heart of the vicissitudes of life have become aware of their landscape, but their simplicity of character is so naturally love the beautiful, close to beautiful, even if living in their faces etched next round after round of ups and downs, but it does not allow They forget the true meaning of happiness in life, I think they are the ones truly grasp the essence of life of people.
Note 3: the girl for us to drive the master Mei said with a smile: in Beijing, Shanghai, these cities saw the girl, often pale and Yan Han tiredness, walking hastily, and occasionally see a good face, leaned a look, originally wipe the rouge. Those of us on board the girl from Beijing, have already in our hearts to laugh. My subconscious touch his face, the heart Under the natural shame in the morning to go and indeed played rouge, or else a tired face, really can not go out, see people.
The Tibetan girl, naturally do not need to wipe the rouge of this Laus son. Their skin even without the girl, as fair and clear in the Mainland, but the health of the black uniform, the plateau of the sun gave them gifts of natural beauty blush cheeks, laughing up extra flying time. We are surprised that, in addition to a healthy color, they are even still so beautiful. Facial features are angular, and deep down in the sockets of the wavefront container of water like crystal, and thin nose like a snow-capped mountains towering as tall and straight, with a smile of the lips between the sparkling-clear white teeth. Tall stature is a uniform, full of vitality, even if dressed in loose robes, could not conceal it was covered in full of youthful luster. Them from passing around, there is no perfume smell we are familiar with the disturbance, but added the fragrance emitting a buttered tea and highland very cordial atmosphere.
In the use of color in clothing, they are more natural than older persons to be bold and enthusiastic, looking ahead, are pure and to positive color, bright yellow, tender pink, sapphire blue, verdant, pink, as long as you can imagine the color, in the They can see the body, and these Xiangyan, and easy to wear clothing with thin tacky colors, to their bodies, their natural combination, and along with their brisk pace and movement as up.
Like their generations, as they suffered an early age influenced by religious culture, temples are everywhere walking with their young but quiet figure, often hand-held with a thermos bottle was filled with thick butter, in every light before a long stay, pour some butter, the butter lamps for the Buddha Adds some bright, and then touch forehead and then quietly into the next station along a devout Buddhist devotion Taiwan. In front of the Jokhang Monastery, there is a constant stream of pilgrims come to pilgrims, which also mixed with some young girls, their forehead, a result of a large number of non-stop Koubai contaminated dust, and some have even formed a hard mass, 4 weeks Tourists curious eyes and a note had not looked around to make them one, but the eyes of faith towards them, standing, creeping, Koubai; standing, creeping, Koubai; again and again. Pilgrims like most of 10 million miles away from the three steps of a crawl approaching the middle faced the river, swamps, they measured the number of good leaving a shortfall of Koubai, after a good operator, came again before the Jokhang Temple padded . However, such a pious, even this life is not to seek a stable, quiet good years come to listen to people say that Tibetans Buddha is the only repair the afterlife not seek this life, I think this is their faces are always so quiet and peaceful reasons, the influx of tourists has brought excitement and prosperity, but it did not follow the impetuous spread is assured because in their hearts, even if there are more ups and downs in this life setbacks, but also eventually in the past, there is a better afterlife is worth looking forward to.
To this end, we have these Tibetans, especially those young and beautiful, and completely in the Tibetan capital of proud contentment girls, hearts full of respect.
Note 4: nomads went to Namco's way, we saw groups of horses, yaks and excited the crowds, they are scattered over a leisurely manner not yet fully green up in the grasslands, silhouetted against the distant snow-capped peaks, good one grassland sites poetic picture! Here we begin to envy the owner, year round living in this piece of beauty among the Tibetans, in our eyes, day and rode grazing at night drinking Fang Ge, and accompanied by prairie snow-capped mountains, lakes and starlight, then it is not for the gods beautiful Liang-chen!
From time to time in the car side of the black tent rapidly passing, street children joyfully danced a Tibetan dance, large Xiupao fluttering in the wind, black, smiling faces and a mouthful of white teeth to those of us who come from afar guests tribute, they are the children of herdsmen, the future masters of grassland. We sat in the car from time to time by nature and the nature of their moving forward, finally decided to stop in a tent next to the pictured as souvenirs.
It is a lonely tent, within a few miles radius of only a tent. Tent is a black woven yak hair, I heard a very strong and durable. We heard the buzz, from the tent drilled a few Tibetans, two men and two women, a pair of young people, a pair of middle-aged. In our "le," the greetings, the blooming of the Tibetan people's unique natural splendor of the incomparable smile, which is the road we travel in Tibet, I have often met the most warm the hearts of most worth remembering smile. We indicate a group photo taken with them, they happily accepted, because the angle of the camera and filming the reason, we have been a remake, they also enjoyed tremendously with us, every one finished, they huddle around our look at the digital camera's own image, see their own will be music with a laugh, laugh like a snow-capped mountains on a snow-like purity.
Taking photographs, they did sign the invitation invited us to their tents sit, bow their heads into the tent, above all, eye discomfort, although the tent is opened above the skylight, there is a ray of sunshine pouring down, can still feel the dark. Cross-legged sit down and see inside the furnishings are very simple, in the middle of the carbon-fire with an aluminum pot shelves, one side with a few scattered humble bowl placed in the corner office piled with mattresses bedding. Middle-aged woman outside the robes off to reveal a pink flower decoration inside the dress, we boast of her clothes look good, she understood, and once again shine a happy smile, men began to busy, with a bamboo stick to the a long circular bamboo hammer pound the inside, a moment for us Pengshang several fine cups (about is designed to entertain guests use), from bamboo poured butter tea inside the pot, and then for each of us Personal poured a glass, a touch of fragrance filling the whole tent. Two men sitting opposite, cozy taken out of the smoke, the smoke of their cheek wound, that gesture, that look, as if the world is the happiest person. We sat cross-legged on the tent, slowly sipping butter tea with them although the language barrier, but not each other and exchanged smiles, we are grateful smile, thank them for providing us with such crisp yak butter tea, so that we have such a valuable time and memory. They are happy smile, because we come and happy, because we are appreciated and happy for them.
Between the moment, I feel like I understand them, understand them all year round with snow-capped mountains accompanied accompanied by cattle and sheep herders and their cattle and sheep go, where is their home, they did not we thought of the poetic life, sun rain and snow to make their life difficulties and nomadic life so that they lack the long-term friends. But they are not lonely, peaceful state of mind so that they cited the world human friend, confidant. Therefore, also give them a poor family time filled with joy, filled with warmth.
By: tt6678