Returned from Tibet travel for several days, has been busy with work under the shelving. Friday night, the end of the last overtime, finally able to organize it a lot of photos. It is Superb, and the only photos of videotaping Tianzang Tai Gong Temple, was able to finishing them. At that time, companion eager to stop me from taking pictures, saying that such a scene turned into a photo to take back bad luck, it will not be intimidated by her alarmist! 哈哈! Finishing a good photo is 2:00, yawn-torn bed I would have to sleep.
Sleep drowsily I do not know how long, I felt it was mischievous to fingers scratching my feet had disturbed me no peace. I am sure that with the room companion, and she has been so nervous, often sleep the morning five or six minutes, it suddenly jumped up to shout slogans like mad po: "hurry hurry, to be late!" "Bienao, and I am tired呀. "finish, I was drowsily to sleep. However, that person has a finger to scratch me. Really hateful, do not know that I added a three-day consecutive night do! I wanted to give her mouth curse roundly meal, but the terrible things simultaneously, I just heard the throat of some strange sound, like a flustered and dumb. This is how I have it? Nameless fear suddenly seized me, and I want to run away! Escape this bed! But the body is like a man with a rope tied in any way could not move. No, I must escape! I tried to struggle to hear my bed creak Yaya cried ... ...
I do not know how long struggle, like all of a sudden lifting of imprisonment, I finally sat up, and take a look at watches, have been 5:00 in the morning, this time horizon, exposed touch of dawn, everything is a peaceful, just like nothing had not happened, I can not help doubt, may be only a nightmare? No, not a dream! Those pictures last night, obviously good order, and now why spilled a place? I discovered that the whole room I was the only one! My companion did not come back before, every Friday she would return to her house. So, last night, Who does that? Is a human or a ghost? I shudder to think.
I have a day in a semi-conscious state.
Also the advent of night, I try to open your eyes and prepare to spend a sleepless night can finally could not withstand the bursts of drowsiness hit, I Hunhun sleep.
Well, at this late hour, there are people on the outside crying. I followed the burst of miserable crying sound came off a wilderness. A pile of Luancao a pair, there is a 11, two years old girl wept bitterly. This is where ah, Sound from the Dark blowing and floating around the Ruoyouruowu smoke. I pull up girls: "fast Go home, where very cold." Thereupon, I sneezed. Lian Lian girl raised his head and tears in their eyes looked at me, God, that vision actually filled with resentment, "is that you can not depriving me to go back home, you take my Green Tara threw stones gone?" I'm confused, and This is how it? I tried to search all my memories. "Remember you are walking in the Tian Zangtai pick gemstone pendants that it?" The little girl asked. Yes, in Tibet, only tribute to go to look at burial ceremony for the way Tianzang Tai Temple to see middle of the road lay a beautiful gem pendant, I smoothly picked up, returned anyone to a. "Is that" Green Tara "it?" Girl nodded, then, the girl she was off to tell the story.
I was that day that you see is burial of the girl, My name is Ram, frail from childhood, in my one year old, made a serious illness, dying on the occasion, my mother is holding me to find the temple of Germany wang Living Buddha, Living Buddha of the sinking, the body of the Green Tara is extremely rare gem pendant worn on my neck, his hands kept touching my head, pointing to the pendant to the grandmother, said: "Her soul here, back, back of the. "Sure enough, my illness better. Can be ten years old, I have a relapse of the illness. In this way, in my 11 years old, the end of my short life. Gemstone pendant is available to the Tian Zangtai unattended in the road, was seized you, that's my soul, but ah, how Guitian no soul?
Girls then used glared at me with eyes of hate.
In the faint sound of a sigh, I woke up. My head is like a chainsaw-like pain, as reflected in the Tibetan plateau during the.
Holding the hands of precious stones sinking, pendant, my hands clasped together: Sorry, Ram, I do not fault harm you become a living wilderness of wandering, I will personally send your soul return to your home, Please go go.

Author: wh9199