Away from home, away from family, friends met with those who journey in this strange city, with the sun basking in the plateau, life is pleasant.
Leaves have been living here for some time, there are some familiar friends, those from the Mainland for love, for a living and stay here a friend to open them or crafts, or a restaurant, or engage in tourism, gradually they want to leave a.
Henan young man who would open this one at the foot of the Potala Palace, Tibetan crafts shop, but also to help tourists and their matchmaking, coming and going, and is pretty fun.
That evening, the Potala Palace closed, and shops are closed, and we go with him Meet a good tea, into the back door, the bustling Abdallah at the moment is quiet. Drinking sweet butter tea, listening to Zheng's "Back to Lhasa," the story of chatting far apart, and talk of Tibetan Buddhism, and talk art, music ... ... very clever, singers Cheng Ling has come, said to be self-driving from the Qinghai-Tibet Railway to Tibet, where an individual performance, but we are not groupies, she is only our ordinary a Bale.
Pull the edge of the curtain seems to be a small computer studio, boy's girlfriend is writing her Lhasa, random thoughts between the lines could see her love for this piece of land on the Potala Palace for himself. With the network, here from the mainland, away from the world is also not so far away.
Not only do we feel the Potala Palace, the sun, and also felt Abdallah quiet night.
Lina did not go with us, art teacher-ming and the leaves are gathered together her I do not know why, but she quietly alienate us.
The next day, young man's girlfriend accompanied us to buy medicine and pharmacology (in this case, people are enthusiastic, and it is mutual trust), and then we went to the Jokhang Temple the edge of a gallery, where we recognize the packs dressed in Tibet eyebrow, gallery owner.
Beijing Mei was a beautiful girl, and later in New York have been studying 97 years, Tibet travel, it is deeply in love with here, so back to the U.S. after the quit her job, one person came to Lhasa alone, studying Thangka painting for some time, The gallery opened not a long time.
We are around the middle of the gallery was short, square table sat on the floor, eyebrow raised to a large pot of butter tea, we enjoyed the afternoon so relaxed.
The next few days, afternoon, tired of us came here sit here, we encountered a lot of friends from far apart, I would laugh to see who the French photographer, cheerful girl from Beijing Green, travel magazine journalist, director of the Tibet Television Station Kirk ... ...
In this way we are strangers to each other in Lhasa city treasure given to us by fate, enjoying the pleasure. Lhasa river after the rain has left our playful laughter; sunset under the Chakpori against the background is also against the background of our tireless figure; in young people on the road we are happily drinking hot pot shop, listen to entertainer who pull a trichord That is for us to go to Ali, a farewell; "music, kitchen," We talked about life, love, taste their homemade ice cream, maybe in the future we will not see each other again, but we will cherish today's meet.
Longing Abdallah, I went to Lhasa, while the left, take away is more nostalgia, only people belonging to the snowy mountains of trust between the share of simple, would the intimate friend, help solve the problem, love friendship , has been a long time to be printed on my trip to Tibet, the memory of the depths.
Tourism destination to attract our original reason, but we are more moved by the process of traveling, you agree to do, friends?
Bless you, and ends of the earth friends!
Author: qq1234
