It was afternoon, the front of the Jokhang Temple in Lhasa shot went all the way to pilgrims who have been surrounded by a group of children, and the innocent innocence shining surface luster, each child could not wait to put all consider themselves the best posture, nose hanging on the face, and then breath it get back less than an hour, had the murder of the two cylinders finished film. Because they have to kneel on the floor playing with them, are filled with dust and mud, like a Beggar.
Very satisfied, then sat down in the corner of the square the point of a cigarette, watching the crowds along the street was rattan vine flowing, sun and moon in the sky, and after meeting Pong, happiness is such a quiet bar.
To the telephone him, and he was still under the Potala Palace, painting, would like to share with him the joy of this afternoon, then take a tricycle to look for him. Carrying a gray camera bags, walk in the wall, the constant telephone contact with him, but still can not find direction, had to stop, once again points cigarettes drink water. Like walking countless road, waiting for a long time before we see his figure, the heart being choked, like the big hammer a bit, endless pain. Up to half of the trip is nearly over tomorrow, have to be realistic and really just a dream?
Just want to hug him and sit down in the street Wolia together lit a cigarette, basking in the warm sun, just like two Beggar, and then put a basin in front of them as soon as someone would invite contribution of money to us. I asked him how to paint? Road No, he felt too much chaos, not under the pen. I accompany you draw it, just concentrate one's attention can be given, and I said.
I then accompanied him, first unfinished the Potala Palace, followed by painting onlookers each come to the Tibetans, watched him intently while talking with them while pulling the opportunity to figure painting, under God I just want to be Such calculations over a lifetime.
That afternoon, numerous smoking cigarettes, drinking countless water, has also shot numerous photos of when he was painting only hope until the R & B.
However, all the happiness will not be eternal, who can tell me what is eternity? Lasting only suffering. Tomorrow we were both forced to drop down from weightlessness, come back Fan Chen. Is still waiting for me every night without sleep will never be lonely at the end of Bale.
Parted before Wolia Meet at the airport in this year's Christmas to my birthday, went to Yangshuo to go, I laughed with him hook a finger, the Dow can not go back on. But a moment's happiness is just borrowed, and who knows tomorrow where they will be drifting.
Author: andyha
