Shalu is very small, so small that it is inconsistent with its reputation, years of wind erosion so that it becomes obsolete unlucky blue wall dim, variegated like a senile plaques of the vicissitudes of life with a long face. Monks in twos and threes to walk around in the sun, silent like a ghost under the sun. Nyalam took my "Shi" chocolate to please the gatekeepers of the monk, looking at these things shaped like colorful stones, the monk who know what to do. There the brave, take a handful into the mouth, saw his facial muscles slowly relax from the rigid, until slightly upturned mouth, I know that this can also avoid a ticket.
Basilica in a dark, only the strands of sunlight scattered through the roof of the gap above the card pad, light and shade in the fine dust floating around. Qian Banye the flashlight lit up the surrounding walls, murals of men and women lying naked limbs Interlacing. The shelves filled with Gan Pearl, Pearl, and Dan Burton on the big reservoir. Great wisdom of Buddha sitting in between the body and soul, Di Mei worth pondering. Good monk led us through a hidden in the wall of the illegal channels, illegal channels very dark very long, like a time warp in general infinite.
We as a group of blind people with guide dogs in the corner behind the corner and line, suddenly came under a sunny blow against our faces Sunny I feel a bit caught off guard.
The Potala Palace must have the same dark illegal channels, V Dalai Lama often walk through here and before, just as silently recited the poem: "In that Dongshan top, raised the bringing a moon; girl face, surfaced in my mind. " Beautiful Majiami in the Jokhang Monastery near the small yellow building to await his arrival.
The immediate things that are not identified, only the ears the voice of dew drop discernable. Lama do not have eyes to see, in his own mind he will be brought to light a lover's side.
Sitting on the shag of the aisle, the walk through, but after the wind beneath my hot sunlight trembling slightly. Surrounded by a few small wood, we have six people who had just finished off a monk playing buttered tea, chanting, resonant sound and fragrance of the tea flavor mixed with a, Huangruogeshi. Si Wai Pakistan beads transitory man car misty misty hear the tone of the plateau, prompting everyone temple along with "Ah Lasso" incessantly. Monks on our digital cameras are very curious, take a look at over and over in his hands, staring at his grimace in pain liquid crystal display where the big picture, the heart secretly under the drums. They found every thing that we have revealed the great interest, the functional complexity of the watch was not justified without a CD player (MP3), dark pocket of the backpack countless more, rainy day will not be travel wet coat. They may not understand that without these things, we have no way of living, which is used to change our lives, things which had become life itself. Like religion, have long been not just for their religion, but life.
Shalu outside a small restaurant, we have idle to knock a melon seeds, rambling to gab some topics are not salty not pale, occasionally some people wander in and out occasionally on foot bearded foreigners, most of the local villagers. Dishes done slowly, a potato fried bacon and a fried water spinach get an hour. We are in no hurry, they are not urgent, it is estimated pot of food have been waiting too impatient. A small restaurant owner idly lying on a wooden table, with our and the Palestinians did not understand the Tibetan beads chat, two people while drinking tea while very loud mouth to suck pit. See that Pakistan beads, and people here got to know the people who drive is to head the Department of the wheels, where to stay where is home, the local people is his family.
Our food finally came, full house of hungry ghosts is also Sisiwenwen just suddenly tear away the false cloak, only to be completed in less than 10 minutes of the flora and fauna of the table body Jiudizhengfa. Without food, then facing the full pot of rice trial of strength. Step on the hard sand and gravel on the plateau above the city people will be unexpected delicate stomach to the barbaric and up.
Jeep began flying in the dust on the road roar, then the train rocking and Weinang's bulging so that my brain will inevitably slow up, sleepy when the mouth, powerful sun standing in front of us, it light and heat through my sun glasses and sunscreen, so that my face felt the temperature of electric soldering iron. Occasionally out of the window a few foreigners on bicycles dressed up a professional behind by us knocking, perhaps they are Jizhao Che came to China from Nepal have been traveling at China-Nepal Highway, so that the situation is not uncommon. We stopped their cars to wait, a distant figure gradually clear up in front, two wheels, a leg, a big backpack, there are a pair of walking sticks. This from Guizhou was riding a motorcycle into Tibet's young people, the only one with his legs crossed the transverse mountain ranges, and we invited him to take a break on the train, take along the way he way, he smiled and shook his head, step onto a bicycle to move forward . Our trucks would soon be beyond him, he soon disappeared in my line of sight, I saw him waving goodbye to us.
From beginning to end, we do not propose to, and this young man was a souvenir photo. Perhaps we already have before, and his co-travelers had shadow, and certainly after us there will be more travelers request a photo with him, I think they just him as a journey in a landscape, a return to urban post boast boast of capital and the future of tea in the bar room Tuomohengfei material. However, standing at the window watching the scenery, often also become someone else's eyes scenery.
Several hours later, we came to the three major sects of Tibetan Buddhism, one of the main Sakya Monastery Sakya Monastery. I am already very vague memories of Sakya, and just remember where the one claiming to be met at the Central Institute of Buddhist Studies for many years the great lama, I still remember the north Sakya Monastery was destroyed long ago war, the only remaining South Temple. Back to Shanghai, and read through some of the information I know the founder of Sakya Basiba are really the front of Kublai Khan of the Reds, but also knew they had because of sectarian disputes and to conduct a long, will believe in satin The satin Kagyu monastery to kill a Pianjiabuliu ladder. That afternoon, my mind drift forward to are the shadow of that maverick one leg, with Wang Shuo's words: "Compared with him, I do not live like a hatch of quail." I have all around the Sakya Monastery of the Basilica of the turning drum turning a times, aimlessly praying. At this time the sun had not quite dazzling, yellow in vain, as a group will soon extinguished the flames. I felt tired legs, eager to return to the car, to go back to Shigatse.
Author: sean741031
