D2: the long turn by the road to get up early today to go out, cruise around the trunk (so far, the streets of Lhasa are not too familiar with), see the throngs of Tibetans Bay in one direction to go, knowing in turn through; and looked at road signs are known to be the starting point for transfer by Lin Kuo North Road, so follow their footsteps.
Turning the forgetting observed by those who switch to turn prayer wheels used by many women, silverware, old men and more than gold, I do not know Why is that? Of course, ultimately, nibbling along the long head of the spectacular scene. There is a saying that "less than a street was not been to Tibet", I came to the street was, Yau turn for a long time, here is one to appreciate the ancient buildings, two to browse through a wide variety of crafts, but also look at the blues of the state. Was around the Jokhang Temple street was that a single piece around the old has a strong flavor of Tibetan life of neighborhoods, from one stone after another, the composition of the Tibetan buildings; Street is also from the hand-chipped paving stones, Although the roads are not very wide, but it is the most highly trafficked areas in Lhasa every day. Here shops everywhere, a wide range of goods, including various sizes of transfer through the cylinder, shape and other dazzling thousands of Tibetan incense Tibetan ethnic characteristics is full of tourist souvenirs, there are Tibetan boots, Tibetan hats, robes, backpacks and other kinds of daily necessities, as well as from India and Nepal, a variety of goods from afar. People in the burning sun and ultraviolet light roast, the usual leisurely contentment, leisurely Danding coming and going.
I walked through the street was a turning Road, marching quartzite came to the Jokhang Temple (all right after the time has come several times, do not buy a ticket anyway a), in cigarette-filled tourist-intensive door stop, silently watched the gate prostrate Koubai followers, feeling their way in a self-sustenance beyond the aspirations of this life, their inner world is simply beyond my understanding of the souls and so on. Like someone said it: ignorance of the faith than the belief in a more purposeful literate selfless and noble. It is understood that each of Lhasa or the Kailash Mansarovar pilgrimage to the faithful, young and old, the poor as well as his many years of his life savings, without any hesitation Trinidad and akin to finding dangerous, according to their length, three-step a prostrate Koubai the line, even if it is to pay The cost in lives is also balk!
Squandered sigh about it, clockwise bypass, due to large door, and the Jokhang Temple was being engaged in maintenance, not Mai Menpiao, they casually slipped into a courtyard, in the dark temple of Jokhang Temple, I tread marks in the adhesive butter the lack of direction on the floor to fugue, an inattentive to hit the pole, reaching first touch is sticky butter, the butter flavor in the overflowing of the statues in the world. I was listening to a lama Sidongfeidong Exegesis, about the life cycle of cultivation and life meaning. "Life is Oliver, Oliver no cliffs, the root of all suffering is human greed and desire. It is only to be awakened in the cycle of self-cultivation and self-cultivation is the way to solve the anguish of life" is followed through the solicitation of the lamas. Just today there are Living Buddha to open light, devout Tibetans surrounded the front, waiting for the arrival of Fu shipped. I add the butter with the Tibetans, according to their way through the step and enter. In such an environment, the previous impetuous heart to become the Xinruzhishui, but also not forget to give it their own, "incense" money.
Out of the Jokhang Temple, casual stroll, continue on to the Potala Palace. Speed up the pace, insert the Tibetan team. Though recognizing the concept of front and rear, it is strange, as if I was the only one barbarian. In this way, relaxed Turning turning prayer wheels, into the Potala Palace, fare evasion success. With the recitation sound outside the Potala Palace, turning the long, narrow corridors, I have watched silently hanging on the wall have been faithful stroke was sparkling light clank through the barrel of it year-round cycle of continuous babble believers happiness and suffering; a few monks in the wall side of meditation, a few old men shaking hands, turning tiny tubes, mouth recited "Om, Well, then, pit, microphones and hum," the sixth Shingon, but also there are travel-worn pilgrims from afar, is a meticulously-step around the Potala Palace, the call-in line prostrate servant ... ... and that look of piety, to haughty disregard of others of the realm is, indeed, impressive.
When I boarded the Potala Palace, when a steep turn of the ladder, a climbing day feeling spontaneously licking the air. Lhasa valley surrounded by the external environment of rolling hills, the Potala Palace is that the rise of a mountain valley, a boring ladder. Rotary narrow deep intrauterine, butter lamps shone Youde Emmanuel, like the patron saint of eyes to look at the mysterious persons; greeted everywhere are both gilded Buddha statues, strange things, layers of peaks not tell each other, Flower Palais dazzling notes attached to the statue thickly piled four weeks; assail the nostrils from the rich butter flavor, it is stifled breathing, blood coagulation feeling; like back in time into an ancient mystery of the exotic palaces, people confused, That this world there is such a shrine? Thick hands "Tibet" a book of foreign tourists than domestic tourists is almost more than they even a look of piety and curiosity, to see them before they find themselves still exist in modern space.
This exotic palace enshrines a certain number of people, several of the pagoda of the Dalai Lama, a rare books collection of the scriptures, as well as display various types of Buddha, Thangka, Buddhist implements, etc. for a large number of precious cultural relics and rich subject matter Mural ... ... is simply amazing seat priceless treasure of mankind! The spirit of the Tibetan people as a whole church! Believers in the universal domain is hard to imagine the ground, how do we go to communicate with the people here thinking? How can just a few days in the savor of Tibetan Buddhism, the ubiquitous penetration?
End house tour attractions, from the mountain down, no angle to the case of Yong Kang Street, directly from the product to come out.
Time in the blink of an eye away inadvertently. Calculate, and then walk more than 5 hours. Tricycle sat back to 8 Long school, to the opposite of the Szechuan Restaurant to eat a little, went to his room and rest.
At night, to read bar. A plate of peanuts, bottles of beer, a few people, sitting around the flickering candlelight in and chat.
The night was deep, went to the sleep time.
Author: triparound
