My story of Tibet 10: wind and the sun, Hua Lala啦
Auspicious day, I pushed the door had been repaired, Barkhor Street is less bustling, but I am not good cold.
The morning to the Bajiao Street, to buy things for their families. Stall holders have dealt a little girl last week, speaking for a long time price of the last 105 yuan, I said 100, and she refused, because "150" to "100", the difference too. I hold back laughing, patted her: "little girl, is 105, not 150."
Teenage girls, are not reading, single-minded business.
For the reading, I'm not biased. Is also admire like my friend Tea Creek like one breath, Dr. read, but also to study science. Harbin, which is also desperately students allocated children to study, test graduate. But do not read, and very happy, like when we went to Mount Everest driver Nyima, a child his father took him to school, he secretly stroll away, but he is now an affluent life, but also very happy. Moreover, sometimes the knowledge will increase the load, this is often not in proportion with the joy.
So a little way to go on so tired No, the body soft, but also the way sneezing, runny nose, I insisted on turning circle Jokhang Temple before back rest.
Change a ticket has already passed and tomorrow go, reluctant to leave the mood is only willing to change day by day. The staff looked at the ticket of a layer of paper asked: "Du Meal Service several times, right?"
I said yes.
He was a handsome guy Kham, smiled showing white teeth, can be done Colgate ads, like a wolf.
Today, Lhasa, the wind, the wind break, when they take the opportunity to brilliant sunshine.
Abdallah arrived Square, Ali Pig message to: "give me more songs greetings master."
I use tricycles to the wood, such as Temple, and soon found more than music teacher, he invited me to his room guests, give me to drink tea with a Beijing friend and I came a hurry, did not bring gifts to him, was very sorry, because I to go, he gave me a gift.
I suspect that a few days ago to wood, such as when the temple to listen to chanting, in which a song is more than the master, I can not determine its own memory, thousands of faces, I can not clearly remember every one.
Back to the auspicious, C cheerfully showed me just bought the thing, and this is a pretty girl who likes shopping, she said that the visa had been run in Nepal.
Send her to the post office thing, I go to the third floor of the sun, when I first came to live in auspicious day three, and later said that a layer of the old non-quiet, I would move to that, so far.
Benches on the second floor has a handsome foreign man, stretching long legs, blond hair shining in the sun;
Someone play the guitar, red guitar, which is the Cotton Tree Drive, card, I had 10 years ago, such a bomb, and later completely forgotten fingering;
Action to close old lady clothes slowly, softly humming a song. To accost her, and she kindly smile, smile, very beautiful;
Out of the room next to a bearded foreigner, leaning at the door, smoking - this is a tilted posture, tilt was previously thought that only the woman seduced, the original inclination of men is also very attractive;
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In fact, I also know that this is auspicious day for ordinary day, there is no us, reception of the sisters painted a thick layer of foundation greeting between people, duty room of the Kham men dressed in overalls sandwiched smoke colleagues chat, 201 travel agencies Wangdui Du Xiao Hehe handsome guy to deal with colleagues, laundry room humming an old grandmother has a moving song.
Inn with universities, as an outsider seems to always be filled with visitors, the people inside it or vice versa, I do not know the number of dial looking from another child.
C back, I called her, she has never heard, I came downstairs, she looked at me, laughing.
She said that my voice is too small, she always heard. I said, school days, teachers hate me to say, such as mosquitoes hum.
I opened the door for her to return upstairs to the sun, next to the couch for a month of foreign and old men smoking and reading, his posture relaxed, looked focused and do not see a writer or a farmer.
A few days ago on the road, each time experiencing snow or mud-rock flow, I will think of Mark Twain's a short story "addicted people on the train incident", they decided to eat the election day, who, vigorous excuses and after the elections, large Some have been eaten up, the living began to talk, or what people miss the meat taste better.
That kind of environment, man-eating is a human instinct may be, but it can put on the cloak of a friendly and civilization, the beast no one unwilling to do.
Very strange that people who read this smoke reminds me of Mark Twain, basking in the sun warm my imagination, dried, dispersed, not bloody.
C is very strange at first so I do not like to shop, later found out I was pragmatists. As though I like the IBM notebook, although the old-fashioned look, but durable. C is very beautiful, shopping is probably the beauty of the patents, I am an ordinary girl, then kept simple.
Tomorrow her to go to Shannan, as I talked with her line, I specified the afternoon the aircraft will bid farewell to Tibet.
Each walk a different way, moment reunite, parting longer.
This is the usual experience of life. Four, five, when, and often go to a small hill, where there is an old mill, as well as grass and blue sky. I often found lying on the grass near the pulse of watching, and then will be very puzzled to think: "At that point, you and I are close, but I leave here, even those come back, they will certainly not be in so many grass-ri find you, even if I find you, you are not at this moment of you. "
I also know that this idea is very normal, then a person wonder. Not until 10 years later to see Lin Yutang's "80 Readme," he talking about childhood to see river, the river that will never move forward, even though again, it no longer is today the river has. At that time saw this, the feeling of being hit, they would understand Mr. Lin or more people, have had a similar confusion.
Mingjiao of people shouted in unison in Butterfly Valley: "I pity the world, and worry more than real", watching the blood fluttering white man, Zhang Wuji hearts are thrilled that he thought there will be many a good man death on the battlefield was almost a tear drop . Standing of history behind, we can say floating, although the Yuan Ming went out, be regarded as historical progress, but since the Yuan dynasty, Tibet was formally incorporated in Chinese territory.
Wind and the distant streamer fluttering in the sky, the monk said: wind-driven, streamers move, his heart was moving. Materialism that this is idealism, in fact, often only a precise science, there is no fun.
I looked at the sky clouds, I am silent, I have learned a motionless.
C called me downstairs to eat dinner, I found that he had been loitering in the sun for 3 hours.
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