Norbulingka quiet and serene, like most of the loops and twists and turns of Suzhou gardens. Walk through the meantime, not help forget the bloody regime change, as if here is paradise, but also seems to eliminate all of the disputes are invisible. I fled, hidden in the harmony of the invisible hand behind the brief was I was almost suffocating. Expensive to live in the world of the Buddha, the Dalai Lama's life do not take a long time, a dozen two-year-old will come to those who passed away not uncommon. Sitting on the supreme power of the top also makes them to always get trapped in a ruthless struggle against the center unable to shake off, and they won with their lives for the people paying homage to, but mostly non-Fu Xiaoshou.
Taken the Dalai Lama's summer palace, I re-saw the dark clouds behind the sun, and that makes me calm down and slow heart beat violently, fear has gradually left.
Back to Gallery 8 school, I am the door colorful bulletin board in accordance with the number to a "bell Miss" call. She lived in eight school corridors. I ran out to go eat dinner in my hotel restaurant entrance, stood a smiling face and a round woman, Shashi familiar. She took my turn to go to the seven Shui eight of her room, all the way to go further along the corridor on both sides of the room slapping the door, shouted with his mouth, "a collection of collections." An instant, the sequential emergence of two men and three women, after greeting the crowd seated. This is a group of strangers in front of a pair of guy everyone came to understand it look, "Oh, it's you, the original you are not SO DE SI NE". I am round and round Zuo Yi, affirming their tight is the Chinese people are the 8, and then habitually sent a lap card.
Everybody courageous group of people, all single-handedly lone hero. If it were not in Xining to Golmud train their territories, I am afraid that is still wandering around. Room master, moon-faced, "Ms. Chung" Chengdu people, extraordinary skill, but with over 30 years ago, a student card mixed Potala Palace, Ke-chin admirable. In the next statue as the leader. On the 2nd figure, Nanning big sister, the woman's petite stature as Guangxi, but the amazing appetite. It was observed that 24 hours a day, eight hours of sleep aside, the rest were eating, won Shaoshiduocan the essence of health, glorified days eating star. Three people, 20 and eight, claiming to be in Shandong Dahan, but unfortunately physique weak, serious military training, with experience who rely on their physiological state to project elevation, strange quasi-incomparable. Large altimeter. On the 5th figure 1 of Guangxi MM, police academy graduation, but not martial, deigned to water plant, often self-depressed. Parents Ciming number "Nie", so called Nyalam. On the 6th figure in Kunming, a hero, the U.S. Air Force jacket wearing imitation, the next a replica of the Marine Corps board pants, armed with long focal length, special shoot reversal film, good roar Shaanxi Opera: "Qianban Ye, Qian Banye Qianban Ye think you can not sleep Jue: late at night late at night, late at night think you days, bright. " Qianban Ye is also. I fourth eldest among, was dubbed with the nickname of "Horse Thief." In the next will not be never ending, two can not be burglary. It's disrespectful, not deserve. No matter whether no matter whether.
Now into the gang, they have to obey the leadership of the arrangement may not be telling their own stories, not allowed out of the team. That concludes my sinister existence alone, bathed in the organization to find bliss.
Lhasa is a very easy-living place, people do not seem to need to work, devout believers bent on pilgrimages, while the remainder Yigai dangling in the street. I'll wait for the latter, Colorful colorful land were removed from the streets by the church Zhacang in between the pull of each lip service in the past monks, disturbing Kiyonaga. The sun on the roof of the Jokhang Temple, Ganden Monastery, the monks were looking for some mysterious way, the problem dancing bickering in the days of the sea Night chewing a bunch of money to the barbecue, as happy as if time has ceased to exist. The past few days have been boundless Dharma together in the hearts opacity also will disappear.
After dinner, we calculated the travelers to the harassment of the famous bars, by the way cotton cover with others to prepare for contingencies. "Traveler" indeed well-deserved reputation, wooden shelves filled with colored art philosophy, sociology, psychology or even psychiatry books, wood piled on the table in Tibet scenery pictures, wall pictures of cremation wide variety of monks, but also there are separate ways in the Potala Palace, the former star showed off a variety of strange and foreign stacked out of shape. Bar filled with ends of the earth from different places of the many men and women in heaven underground hero who Yaowuheliu, Hupenghuanyou.
Days have been late, separate ways hero gradually dispersed. I was the only other crowd who is not willing to go back to hotel without TV. Far away from modern civilization, suddenly discovered that being a hermit Xinruzhishui it is difficult to be borne, the only viable means to take "small looms in the city, large faint in North Korea" to justify themselves. The clock pointed to midnight on 12 points, all the frequencies have shouted disappear, only the central Taiwan, the night news in a solemn atmosphere of a grand debut. TV picture tubes where there was a Hollywood-style scenario: a plane passing slowly, slowly go into a block of skyscrapers, fires raging sky, heat waves transpiration into the aircraft once again appeared in the line of sight among the explosion of dazzling brilliance, all attributed to silence. Five minutes later, the same scene once again staged a similar plane in a similar way into the other one the same skyscraper.
I have around a quiet, you can hear the breathing rats. Yankees on the screen because of extreme despair and distortion of facial features unmistakably tell me this is not a movie. Was proposed for long-term side, kind-hearted and friendly to bully the Chinese people, the U.S. imperialism, there were no real hit and a toast to cheer, but no response.
I stood on top of the world to witness the most incredible human beings in the history of the most talented of the most incredible imagination, but it is also the loss of humanity's most violent attacks, have lost their thinking abilities.
Author: sean741031
