Today's weather is still good, Lhasa sky, the sun has never been stingy. Thinking about leaving tomorrow, how should not be a waste of time. Good morning to climb high, it's beautiful temple, Potala Palace, across the long glittering lobby, has been reached Jinding. Luxury in a quiet and bright, the Aura at the chic and the mysterious, the jumping with people moving out yellow and red.

Down when the forests in upper plaza us. Learned that he did not get a ticket tomorrow, which means I have to set foot on return alone. Really reluctant to Lhasa!

The afternoon, "Traveler" rented a bike and ride along with forest. More and more intense sunlight, but also very exciting and stimulating. To the post office to send away a few knives, and writing Guangzhou home address. Send your own packets, when received will be filled with emotion.

Through the short duo Nathan Road, and soon came to the urban fringe. In fact, Lhasa is not, and it would be more familiar with. Cycling in the beautiful scenery and good relaxed Yehao happy, for keeping us around, a big big duo Duo living clouds kept changing their mischievous expression. Lhasa, across the river to see the small trees and wood heads of state, a house, is entirely a paradise. Unfortunately, we could not find their way to the other side of the road.

In the Sichuan-Tibet Highway Monument next to the green, we have a good lock, jumped over the wall and over the hill like piles of stones on to the riverside. Swift river to flow, issued buzzing sound, as well as whirlpool. Sunshine and carefully sprinkled on the wave pattern on the silver thrown up many beautiful white birds on the crest of frivolity by. Light and shadow across the alienation of the mountain, gracefully stretching forward.

Plunged into the embrace of nature, I appreciate the well-being of the most beautiful life.

Shore parked two abandoned iron ship, deep copper rust in the waves Linlin of floating and sinking, I think it was previously used to transport stone or sand bar. River low shrubs, there is a lot of smooth pebbles, which inspired one of our idea - assemble Mani heap. Eyes flash when they got here the river side of the foot before the rush of the waves, so I have a feeling of movement.

Lin began to assemble his "Mani pile," said the sincere heart to be able to assemble a very high. I helped him busy for a while and found no easy matter, as long as careful, it will come to naught. Reluctantly had to withdraw in the next to a large flat stone sat down next to a beautiful shrub lobules. Days is very broad, Watermark has been moving to turn on, and the birds playing in front, beside the clear river flowing, such as the laughter all the way as, asking for you can flick to it. Close your eyes, can only hear the excitement surrounding this jubilant voice. Occasionally called upon by the birds a Liangsheng, crisp, sweet to shuttle back and forth a broad landscape, the feeling is very pure.

So lie down, I will certainly sweet to sleep and dream overtaken whipped white birds.
Lin's "mani pile" stacked too grotesque, and the more overlapping the more "sophisticated", or small stones and some bottom loss he can really stack up, stacked up and then down his own people in there, toss a half a day. When I close their eyes meditatively and then opened his eyes, this guy is still in the same posture squatted there, and meticulously continued his "cause", the mouth recited "are confident that can be OK," "we have to be Enough is enough," and so that I can not clear words.

Wonderful warm sunshine to bake the back, in my left upper end, the sky vaguely embedded a half moon and transparent; and in my upper right, but it is magnificent that bright sun. Sun and the moon TONGHUI sky, there is the Lhasa River, there I am.

Can not help but puts on a song to "Abdallah lights shining, I stood Jinding watch with open arms, you can fly, fly back to heaven ... ... I am in Lhasa"

I really do not willing to leave this Lingshan Xiushui ah, really want to stay forever this big rush eastward to the river, this piece of flat stone, so that fine spring is always in front of ears never stop, it was always close to flocks of sheep and cattle lovely surrounded by a lifetime with them as partners.

Dusk, a large cloud from the horizon, hit, block the sun. Lin's three bizarre, "Mani heap" eventually did not succeed in puzzle together, but unfortunately time is limited, to give up. Later, I heard him say he was gone the next day to return there, but his "masterpiece" has been packed, and even a shadow had not left.

Tomorrow, when the sun west of the most heroic, once again piles on the Lhasa River, I had to leave this attachment, and I indulged in place. People are not like something, always infinitely regret. This is your passing, missed the place, because of distance, and appears valuable. But people always want to go back to reality, and always want to see many, many more make you tired and helpless things. Why? God provides for mixed you have to do? Have no choice! My fragile in the tortured me, my mind's memory, like playback of movies, each scene will be a permanent deep freeze-frame in mind. How time always goes by, how beautiful of all the total in the past! The road unforgettable journey, let me sad but also happy journey, I do not know when can we continue? I believe I will one day soon again set foot on this beautiful land, back to this one the sky itself, this place has become a dream, I dream of fascinating.

Lhasa River, the last time I look back on it, it is a bit dejected.
Late. Last night, I bed in tears. Nowadays the rain at midnight, just like I did When I first arrived.
Author: naer1221