Lhasa saw at the "additional person", Tibet, and finally two people in Tibet.
I said, this is a small, narrow-minded joy. Even if the feeling is always very private.
If the story there is always a wedge, Shannan trip to see this from the "additional interest".
"Extra" is my boyfriend, a love of travel, in my eyes, very simple person. Ever since he appeared in Tibet in my experience, my brain started in a state of idiocy, and all there are people who take care of it for you is good, and sometimes might not be a good thing.
Niu Jin-lian counterparts in Yunnan, Qian Lin, and Beijing Han dynasty two horses. Namco conversation I learned that night, lotus, Qian Lin is also, they also heard the next morning only one person did not hear Namco shaking doggery war, when the person knows that the lethargy is my When they Startled, I also Startled, did not expect such a low-key person has niu-niu fame and deceptive acts ah purely accidental, but a small world can be seen, later commits adultery if doing so unnatural, it is necessary think twice before they act.
Closer to home, back to Shannan, a warm, relatively rich in sugar cane, a relatively low altitude areas.
Each person every experience, have their own focus and trivial, the focus may not be every time, but there is always trivial. When I sat in Lhasa leg pain of lumbar acid Kuangchikuanghe, the memories Shannan visit, the first thought of two things: First, never taken a variety of cars, and second, Green Park, beliefs and care.
From the auspicious day a taxi to the station, take bus to Shannan, by letting go Yumbulagang and Changzhu Si, to the crossing by boat to the mainland, the last sitting of small public to Samye Monastery. All the way safely, I thought the journey were so easy, even though there is no room at night and also live in tents, I still laugh Mimi to say that this tent is the best I have stayed in tents, at least there is no Mount Everest, and Namco's precarious.
Jinlian Qian Lian 2 Ma and Chang Zhusi Yumbulagang do not like it, think there is any meaning. Yumbulagang the hill on which it had been Zao place to live, but Changzhu Si is its most famous pearl Thangka. A temple is always accompanied by a period of history, history is often forgotten, Songtsan theocracy before Zao's much better than this narrow place. The Chang Zhusi tanka became the highlight of the whole temple remaining, which would not have a few people remember or know what the needle from the Buddha's lamp made full of pious people. Focus and trivial, but the fine line between creating history, perhaps a hero, and perhaps civilians.
Ferry boat across the Brahmaputra, one in the movies, novels, songs have frequently mentioned place. I remember 97 years, May 1, read Feng Xiaoning's "Red River Valley", at the end of that one old lady holding a turning cylinder, carrying a little boy walk, voice-over sounded: "According to legend, ** (forgot the name of ) has three sons, eldest is called the Yellow River and her younger brother called the Yangtze River, youngest is called the Brahmaputra. "Feng Xiaoning always moved by his own half to death, one sees themselves as a national hero, the audience has become increasingly do not buy his account, and even heard of Play this movie in Tibet, many Tibetans were laughter. But I admit, less than 19 years of age I was watching this movie, or was the screen Majestic nervously could not breathe.
Whenever I traveled to the history books, geography books had been talking about a place, time and space feel infinite wonderful that it is owned by a gift in life. As the then 18-year-old I do not think: In my 26 years old when, adrift in the Brahmaputra.
Brahmaputra on a ferry off tens of millions of people, there are heroes, there are monks, there are pilgrims, there are civilians ... ... young and old, mixed crowd, creating, or creating history by history remember or forget.
Early the next morning to the Green Park, 6 am, got up before dawn, and grow in a truck blocked the Houxiang no, no, not sit, stood. People are very crowded, roads especially rugged, if I were baggage or cabbage turnip Daohao Unfortunately, I am not, I am flesh and blood, thing that strikes you at any time may be left out. Is also good-looking outside than road, but was frustrating dozens of minutes later, we stand behind or can not stand, and screamed, begging the driver to take us down come.
The Tibetan people are crammed in the excited Eighty per cent of thinking: "finally a little loose, but those who can not suffer the Han finally go on."
Start walking mountain, my state is very bad, abnormal walking difficult, but also left tens of minutes, was "extra" throw on a tractor, he himself continued to walk. This is my first time ever ride tractors, though Akira, but because it is the mountains, fairly smooth.
Been delegated to the hillside, and the remaining roads are left to fend for themselves, have no concept of time, although the wrist on the table, but simply refused to take a look at. Stop-go, many Tibetan monks, or more than us, do not feel ashamed, because they have to sit down and rest or breathing heavily in the end are the flesh and blood, even if used to this altitude and climbing, it will be tired.
The idea let me little to Qiexi, and greatly for themselves to justify a bit.
India to the road met a young man, this is a monk, but he did lay, dressed in sneakers, jeans, who looks very delicate and pretty (small yu, I'm sorry, my eyes boys looks not very different world that has grown were all good as delicate and pretty, it is already high praise). I was in front of a small Douzhe Douding, he suddenly said something in Tibetan to the little Douding aloft, a child who threaten to Wawataijiao, we are all the laughter.
Come one, he pointed above, said to me: "This is a monk, not a time to see people, hurry up."
I went with him, particularly in the small cave, suddenly from the light and into the dark, eyes are not accustomed to see if the hole is not clear the proposed projects, only to find small enough to turn the body is not open. I salute to the monk, who I have to sprinkle a bit of water, the Indian monk motioned me to drink or shower head, I did, and after that there are a lot of people want to come in, I went out.
Heard of Green Park has 108 self-cultivation of the hole, through the years in which they practice Buddhism - experienced by each of us can imagine, it can not be imagined.
I began to fanciful, from the refugee camps in fascist thought "to stimulate 1995", and then went to the "Lu Xiaofeng," where the honest monk, many people simply can not stand the long years of loneliness, it is said to withstand sun and the moon that there is no time for people, the last is not a lunatic is a saint.
Before going into a few holes, it was found could not find a hat. Hat is the year when the concert to listen to the compass to see lead singer Zheng-Rong Liu fishing hat to buy the top after the same. From top to bottom looking for a while, or seeking not see.
A lot of people on pilgrimage, will leave his hat or card and other items, because to himself instead of leaving the private goods themselves, is a devout, but also a kind of good luck.
If I lose your hat, will be a bit reluctant, but the unexpected loss, I feel very happy.
Pilgrims a hole a hole to worship, we are ahead of schedule down the.
Heard from the Green Park to come to a walk, a walk that is 3 months, will have to travel half a year, but even so, there are still many people one after another to be here. Now, with large trucks and tractor, compared to years ago, is already heaven and earth.
But we still can not stand walking tractor to coddle to the bumps, bumps down the road in particular, every walk a few steps will be Britain to jump up, I am shrinking, where the sun shines hot in body, in the slightly stable tens of meters on the road, I actually fell asleep. 2 minutes later, woke up to everyone that I dream, they feel I'm far from satisfactory.
In the downhill of the car, we discovered that the original morning we have gone so far way.
I remember a time when the mountains, walking behind the two girls, one asking another:
"What hill?"
"Unclear."
"If Jiugen here, I will not go up, and I wait for you below."
She was really stopped, there is no forward, did not know she was back to Samye Monastery and in the hillside and other companions.
She did not know, we do not look at scenery, we are in the experience.
The third day, I suddenly do not want into the Samye Monastery, and extreme mood can not afford to put on and the "extra" to leave there, ready to return to Lhasa.
Walking tractor - boats - light, and finally returned. I have been sleeping in the car had been sleeping.
When awake, we are talking about most impressed by what it is said with one voice: Green Park.
Where there are a lot of spirit and strength, that we can not do, precisely because of this, then they would feel particularly precious. However, the parties, it is the simplest thing, without showing off, as if life needs to breathe as naturally.
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