My Tibet Story 9: lazy Lhasa has finally started to rotten, there is no old non-Tibetan, I have often taken the wrong way. Will certainly be able to go back, can not be lost is lost, but because a lot of road to walk.
With too much time behind the others, occasionally alone, the small state will be endless.
At noon back to auspicious bathing, hair still wet with, then pull up and out.
The wood, such as wood, such as Temple Street, next to where the Internet is often a few dozen meters away from it, but I noticed recently. No visitors on that street, which is unusual in Lhasa lanes.
Today the sun are particularly good, lazy. If I were a cat, and some walked with graceful steps to climb to their roofs, playing yawned and stretched.
Wood such as the Temple monks chanting, the sound experienced ups and downs, the natural formation of rhythm. I sat back to listen to.
I live auspicious floor, no benches, sitting on the stone stairs. Roll up their hair loose down, still wet.
Do not really want to eat noodles only to eat a simple, do not want to move, his face a little bit fat low-grade fever, probably by a cold bath at noon. But I still stubbornly sitting on the sun, there is bright sunshine in the body, I've been very satisfied.
There is no number of hours, because no.
Phone still there, because I was secular ordinary people.
Colleagues well, peace of mind let me leave, do not call.
Wood such as the Street has a boy's nose bleeding episodes fell one floor, I have always been afraid of blood, first thing that strikes the sun shining red spots under the exceptionally alarming.
Auspicious someone washing clothes, do not know which piece is mine.
Wood, such as the back of Temple monks have been lazy monks Shengruhongzhong front.
My legs straight, head against the wall, before your eyes are blue over the auspicious day of days.
Bajiao Street just come back, there are still people coming and going, Jokhang Temple before the worship of the people also remain devout.
Say no to look at the old Dou SMS text, to listen to my story. I am not a master of story-telling, I am best at is to put it tedious vivid experience.
Way is to take the endless, where are unique.
They still have rank, just as some men love the hearts of several women simultaneously, but the rankings still have.
Passing people will look at me one, my hair tangled, not yet combed.
They do not know me, in addition to C, C shopping, did not come back.
C is a very pretty Shanghai girl, white, long hair, slender, facial Westernization.
She said that her boyfriend is very relieved because many see the story of the backpacker's gorgeous.
I said my boyfriend very much at ease, the only concern is I will be stubborn to Mt.
She said that nice, you can trust each other.
I said that if able to do, then this is the world's most simple thing, where not only feel difficult.
She He He smiled, revealing a beautiful silhouette.
I also thought: If you have a personal will allow me to wayward once, I would not hesitate to fall in love with him, ends of the earth.
Ends of the earth's love are not necessarily successful, old habits is a huge challenge.
I did not think, just because there is no willful conscious too.
Face to a fever, I think I should break into the room, but his legs completely obedient, still sitting on the stone stairs.
There are wearing short-sleeved shorts for foreign couples to shower.
I wore a brown sweater and sat quietly.
Wind the hair and disorderly stirring up.
I looked up, eyes blurred, very spiritual well-being.
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