Lucky Flower ------ ------ Shigatse Untitled
Just nuts park downstairs disorder, the arrival of a large number of Russian tourists, coupled with the Japanese devils living next door, where the foreigners were much larger than the Chinese. I Qianban Ye went downstairs, smoking a cigarette, etc. eldest of their grooming is completed. Hotel door, an English mess Laomao Zi and a topsy-turvy of the Tibetan Chinese waiter was very heated exchanges. Finally, the Lao Maozi carry the bag out the door and sped away.
In this piece of barren land, the desire is very easily satisfied. A cup of hot water, a hearty meal is enough to Dazhuobaoge imagination. Sitting in a small restaurant, altimeter back to normal, and outside the blazing sun shone on the ground, shining in people tired mental state. Exactly what to eat for lunch, I have completely forgotten. After dinner, I vaguely remember myself and with everyone walked unsteadily behind. I do not have drink, but a confused mind. Perhaps it was gratuitous, I think of the thousands of kilometers away in Shanghai, think of his job. Since the school has been branded, I just thought of something becomes anxious spirit of Huang Hu, this is an old trouble. Wake up, I found myself stopped in her tracks and stood a great temple door, boss, and altimeter and gatekeepers monks are hard to bargain Nyalam and Tin Star at the side of the wide variety of places to eat them the POSE, the former command to give them pictures of the night. Part of lies boss is nothing new, but that is waving in the hands of expired student card required discount altimeter chime in on the side. I have nothing to stand aside, the heart Under the unsettling, insight into our fear of the Buddha lies to the lowering of the crime. Porter looked at us with interest group of monks rabble, the last big hand-wave, let us fully adopted. Maybe he did not know Chinese characters, are unable to determine the authenticity of student ID. Perhaps he really is no spirit and our importune. Anyway, we each took only 10 yen money into the Tashilhunpo. My boss could not help but once again, the capabilities of awe.
Tie Temple built in the mountains, most of the Tibetan temple built in the mountains. Hill Road, narrow, winding, paving stone on the length of the moss with creamy greasy. The way into the temple is very lively, often tall, big dogs walk through during the noisy back from time to time something. Dogs are very beautiful, body fat, big, glossy fur. This shows that they had a very comfortable, food is not bad. The more dogs up more so then I began to suspect walked into a Rougou farms.
Deposited with the Panchen Lama's release chant Nanjie door, there is a large group of green soldiers pointing. The wool suiting soldiers were dressed in neat uniforms, cameras hanging from their chests. I do not know how to identify the rank, but remember the soldiers were scattered on the shoulders of the sign on a lot of roads lead to Leverage. Surrounded by this group of soldiers under a straight face old man, wearing a pair of Chen's era of reading glasses. He did not wear a uniform, all wearing uniforms of the soldiers were all Wai in his body weeks, only the heads of their gray-looking yes. The old man watching a dark brown wooden doors, the door that read "Do not enter inside." There came a monk holding a key to the rusty lock eyes of the barrel. A heavy wooden door opened, the old man filed a soldier who stepped on the threshold of Yong Zhao. An abandoned film box inside the door flew out and landed on the ground a few roll roll, shut the door. I Qianban Ye right, as a moment, his mouth silently cursing the world far the most ugly words.
Empty film boxes lying stark and dramatic fashion, like a hollowed out the soul of the body, blatantly unscrupulous modern industry for the barbaric destruction of ancient civilizations. Qian Banye raised the hands of the provision of miles crackling burst of camera shooting indiscriminately and threatened to send photographs CMC, so that the people's army's leadership were craving for a good opening. Witnessed the disappearance of these soldiers, some background, I feel bad to the extreme.
Monks doing afternoon repair, while looked at the door Tantoutannao mutter prayers while we who have odd jobs from time to time monks walk through the meantime, each filled cup butter tea inside the open bowl. There monk Ganhuo tired, they sat on a long bench holds all tsampa drink butter tea. We are interspersed among them, drink them a hammer a hammer to break out of the milk tea, chew the barley dough in their pockets, listening to their murmured in their own language. The sun gradually west, and chanting of the monks were dispersed after another, scattered through the hall where the buttered bowl, bowl's edge Yu Wen is still left lip. Odds and ends of the monks were bending over to tidy the messy card pad, oil lamps for the Buddha's added a little butter. The demand for life by the Xiangfo miss people, silent with daily sunrise and sunset. If they Fuzaodaoke like wrinkles, the clearly filled with the complex who have not read the contents.
Down when the cold rain to the unexpected rain hard to scour the accumulation of thousands of dust, brilliant Tashi Columbus in the water vapor trend that filled in, lone. Temple of the Dog tie force in the rain shake the body, and the brigade there in vain to run, but always go hand in hand as rain fell on the head accurately. Plateau Uruhi Shigu the skin cold, as the years through the ice into the Himalayas.
After night falls, the rain stopped, the door closed temple bar, Temple and coming and going of people disappeared. We are wandering the streets without lights, black eyes were almost isolated, if not the size of a fist-like stars in the sky illuminated Shuoshuo will definitely be straight up to hit something. Rained cold wet road surface, the accumulation of some muddy puddles. Road on both sides there is no car, no one, no shops, only their breathing heavily repeated, shed Wanlaijuji the chance of survival.
Back to the room, sitting under the bright lights, the topic began to involve their own past. The past is very rich, rich to have nothing to say. Over the past is also very simple, simple to hard to describe. This topic is too heavy, everyone can not get rid of heavy past, gradually lower the sound on, until the silence. Qian Banye past the most relaxed and romantic Apart from campus is a ghost colors unheard-of thing. I know in the Qinghai-Tibet earth spirits of light proposed very wrong, but still obey the demands of everyone off the lights. Here the sheer nonsense of the evil Qianban Ye door, side door compartment of self-pound, but is already cracking. My reaction to some radical, though knew of no avail, but still put on a pair of self-defense fighting posture. Lights, and brandishing a hunting knife Qianban Ye trembling, I Mianrutuse who Diezuo edge of the bed and since then no one would have dared to repeat the word ghost.
Late at night, went back into the house of their boss. Altimeter fall asleep in bed, long day's bumpy toss him spent physically and mentally. Qian Banye Henghengjiji spoke gibberish. I stood in the window, the window one dark. I heard Temple streamer tie-whipped in the wind, curly golden invariably calls the four floating soul.
Author: sean741031
