Jokhang Temple in the morning
4:00 o'clock wake up, jumped out an idea to go take a look at the Jokhang Temple.
Harbor guilty to the auspicious day of the Tibetan old grandmother to wake up and ask her to give me open the door. I kept repeating the kind words addressed to him, the old grandmother has not the slightest impatience, her affable smile, as now is not a dark and early morning.
Late at night in Lhasa subtle and introverted, arrogant billboard for a whole day were mostly attributed to dim. The entire city was finally slightly rich flavor.
There were several Kongshi taxi, manufacturing, the city's only noise; There are several Yeyou Shen, arbitrarily moaned folk songs; and then slipped across the front is a street-cleaner's broom voice.
Auspicious diagonally opposite the entrance porch wood, such as Temple, the two tramps lying.
Crossing a street filled with bags of fruit, group of people are using different modes of transport taking a different number of bags.
4:30, Jokhang Temple by way of transfer empty. Empty neatly surrounded by a small stall by the road on both sides in turn, extend the two yellowing curve.
Pulled out of the pedestrian and the transfer of goods by road, the day the building has been neglected at last earth-shattering out of the image. Only the amount of lights we still largely alien to posture silly Leng Leng to stamp on those inexplicable position.
Turning the quiet road.
After the turn I was the only way a person's footsteps. This allows me to follow the quiet heart finally feeling a little damp.
Jokhang Temple main entrance on the side of the stalls lay two Zaba, there is a lama who dressed quietly sitting in stalls on the site.
Two sleepless people who chat up.
He comes from Tar, with two disciples from distant pilgrimage to Lhasa, Qinghai knock long head, spent about three years time.
I asked him why he did not go to sleep.
His Chinese is not good, just held onto the hand on chest and smiled.
I pointed to the Jokhang Temple, he nodded his head and laughs again.
5:00, Lhasa is still dark.
Shortly after 5:00, the first one to the Jokhang Temple worship in front of people, put down the shoulders of the "equipment." I still can not help but go a bit over the past Taorao.
"Can say a few words with you it?"
"Huo." - This way, I see clearly, she is a thin Tibetan women. This Sound "Huo" Even though we do not care about my abrupt.
"Do you live in Lhasa it?"
"Huo, Lhasa."
"Every day to it?"
"Huo."
"Are so early?"
"Do not understand." - She actually apologized to smile.
I hand gestures in a sleeping posture, but also pointed day: "Heaven, very early."
"Huo." She laughs again and started her mat.
Just arrived next to a Tibetan woman laughed: "She did not understand."
I asked her: "Do you live in Lhasa it?"
"Kham."
"Every day to it?"
"Oh."
"Are so early?"
"Oh."
"When to go?"
"No go, to live here."
"No no, I ask you come to an end today ......" I had a knock long head movement.
"At noon."
More and more people, and 5:20 or so, the Jokhang Temple worship in front of nearly 30 people. They are in front of a small square, or high-or low-lying recite the scriptures, keep company with the ambiguity of the chant is the friction out of his hands on the ground rustle.
Small stalls on the three individuals also joined the ranks of the Buddhist past.
The end of an old man, after the first round of worship, stood up to being in front of a small square inside a little bit of garbage collected and placed in a small plaza next to the outside of a stone pillar.
A Han Chinese woman dressed more tourists have joined the ranks of worship, she is the Han Buddha way, omitting the prostrate part of that one.
No one to speak, people came unhurried, leisurely to lay down their shoulder pads, extra clothes off, and then the rope is tied to his legs, she began to repeat over and over again that commonplace action.
Jokhang Temple is the heart of the holy city, the Jokhang Temple in Lhasa on the main entrance of this piece of the small square before the opening of a new day.
From an alley toward Beijing East Road, he saw only one shop open. Shop in front of a door on Tibetan women prostrate, mutter prayers toward the direction of such Shenfo kowtowing.
Above the door, you can clearly see the two deep groove, in the dim lights, the dark yellow sheen reflecting ......
Non-a wolf in Lhasa 2004,10,02
Author: fylfeimi
