This is my first visit to Tibet, due to hurry to the following Linzi, to Lhasa can only glance. It is in this glance into the Potala Palace in our car before the flash, and it is in a very strange posture, is located in the small town a lot with the mainland no differences in two three-story house surrounded by a modern being. Startled, I actually started to doubt I grew up on the calendar to see the magnificent Potala Palace, as well as its blue sky and white clouds floating overhead (the kind of blue sky was studied painting when I was a kid copying an object, I From there to know what is blue) is also a fraud. But, after all, a lot of age, and a little surprised, I also at ease. It's like I just arrived in Shanghai, often very surprised to see a refined temperament Qingli woman wearing pajamas in the noisy vegetable market where bargain with people to see more will not feel surprised, because this is life.

Hurried farewell to Lhasa, we were rushed to Linzi, the capital town of 81. From the flat roads, to the beginning of a bumpy dirt road, gravel, and then to "Lao Huzui" (caught in the hanging-ya and the road between the cliffs), nearly eight hours has been hurry to get somewhere. From noon to midnight, the first bumps in the car of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau to see the night sky. Star dense layer after layer to covered within my field of vision, it seems like a night sky dotted with stars, and down as if a black night in the silver stars come out in a little bit of penetration. The night sky as never before pressure in my head, I feel has never been this close to the sky too. Up has been at the past, he seems to have to show sucked into a bottomless black hole that, like the fear of involuntary suddenly flooded up, forcing my eyes hastily to recover and continue to chat with fellow car. Not long after, can not help but to look out to vote, there is still a starry, a layer, airtight but the temptation to look full.

A child, in the city air pollution was not so serious, is not it gorgeous lighting. I was home and live in the armed forces of the bungalow compound, nine, ten o'clock in the famous person is no longer sound, reading tired, and will fall out of the door to see the moonlight on the door step. In the summer time, will be sitting looking at the Liang Yi thinly on the stars of "listening to the story of Mama was in the past." University of third-year internship ancient building surveying and mapping of the mountains in Fujian, the first time in the countryside to see the clear night sky under the stars. At that time itself is also very young, with students sitting in the courtyard farmhouse chat, and could feel the stars, it's beautiful, youthful it seems that I also had a poetic.

In Tibet, the Star in front, when suddenly a little understanding of the Tibetans but why have so many gods of the natural landscape Jingruo. People in too suddenly forced to face the pressure of the natural feelings of insignificance, helplessness and fear, except with some spiritual, non-material ways to resolve things, it seems very difficult to be some other solution.

The second time in Tibet have a profound impression on the night from that night I left. Also in hurry to get somewhere on the way, way off due to an earthquake can not return to Lhasa, I can only choose to go to the world's highest airport (more than 4000 meters) - Banda airport back to the mainland. Only three flights per week, very little, I used a variety of ways that both soft and hard before Hongde Tibetan drivers hurry to get somewhere late at night. Later I realized that night that we go in Tibet, known as one of the most dangerous of the three mountain.

That day is the twentieth century, the eve of the last Mid-Autumn Festival - August 14, the car in the dark of the mountains gradually bumpy journey on the way, the moon also a moment in my field of vision in the sudden appearance or disappearance of another for a while on a bend . A general one along the River Road are built. At first light the river is increasingly attractive to me, silver, and suffused with light Phosphorus, and even be able to light reflection to the opposite of the big hill. Moon on the quiet in the sky lit, in particular, and particularly round. Moonlight strong sense of three-dimensional mountains, trees and even by light plane can be seen clearly, while the backlight side and a dense black. Our car along the Wan Shan to climb, you can continue to turn in by the smooth and the backlight side of the river shining silver also appeared intermittently on our feet. Looked back from the car's rear window, often as great a photographer Adam. Smith's black and white photographs. Filtered a variety of numerous colors, is particularly towering mountains, the water is particularly soft, but always hung the moon was just right, very much in line with our humanity so-called "beauty" of the composition. On Lang-Xing rare at this time and will have a modicum of human fireworks in the night inside, there should no longer were sucked into a black hole in to the feelings of terror.

Mountain path will emerge from time to time one by one village, along the mountain, scattered in a patchwork manner valley. We have gone through the roof area is basically flat. Flat roof due to the reasons for moonlight, shining in the darkness of the silver, to clearly outline the whole village, only a few scattered only in the window revealing a little bit of twilight. Slowly I have the experience, and they see the trees along the road began to be filed when there will be villages in all probability there. This is perhaps one of the nature of it, like the green, like life, even at such high altitude areas. And here's the special grace graceful trees, often a Topol and clusters of tall and straight. But they do not like the plains Topol and a gas Chong-Yun Xiao momentum, is often not high body wore a bon bon leaves, like an interesting little head, and perhaps they are already living in cloud Xiao's sake bar.

Source: Fan Bing