Is already 8:00, and the sky is still not clear, dark night, than the mainland where the evening is also a natural morning light slowly, the house does not turn on the lights on the dark was terrible. Desk Tea, packaging bags marked "Rhodiola tea" words. Ghost knows that there is no element of Rhodiola Anyway, deadly, and Paoshang cup better than nothing.
Walk in the streets of Lhasa, has exotic feeling. Open the phone, which is full of a variety of strange messages. I am 11 reply and tell them that I live it properly. Ever since I decided to tread a gang that had painstakingly recruited the Mix Tibet alone, I became close to the eyes of the alien. Some of my admiration for five bodies to bid for land, it was assumed that I was crazy. One of my classmates in my Sheung the previous night, took me a pot store, before they ask, first Mengguan his bottle of beer, and then use a different kind of eyes looking at me. This eyes make it clear that he is looking at an execution ground would be on death row. In fact, I do, there is no reason a big deal, but do not want to make this trip into an "petty bourgeoisie Journey to the West" work. Those guys everybody hypocritical, first time began to meet to discuss dirty not dirty, tired, not brutal barbaric problem. Not only want to pay a bitch, but also worried about the virtues and no place to Li Paifang. No recourse but to my flash.
The way I walk, walked away, walked in front of Abdallah. Abdallah made in the high mountains. Foot of the mountain there are locals selling Tibetan handicrafts. I have to run fast along the narrow path. Along the way you can see someone tired to stop and rest, there were cheeky pain color, big mouth breathing. "The first generation of the Potala Palace by Tu Fan Tsenpo Songtsan construction, is a symbol of the regime Tu Fan. Later, on behalf of the Dalai Lama, through renovation and expansion of the scale further. Potala Palace, the White House and the Red Palace points, the White House is the Dalai Lama's Winter Palace, the Dalai Lama's handling of political affairs, and daily living. Red Palace is a store where the ancient pagoda of the Dalai Lama. "These are the books say.
In the box office, wrinkled Tibetan grandmother asked me if I was student, I Xiangliaoyixiang, told her many years ago is. She asked me if I was a teacher, I am ashamed to admit its past when the school is not a good student, when the teachers and can not be tireless in teaching. Tibetan grandmother sighed, but no doubt with a kindly tone ordered me to put up some money. She put the money pinch in their hands, and then told me that if I were a student or a teacher, and she let me go free, today is Teacher's Day. Well, eating after work, I never cared for it in the past and I personally relevant to gardeners who make hard work of farming and to make the annual excited as the students I have a headache very different from other far-reaching significance of unusual holiday. Now, I see from small to large taught me all the earnest soul engineers floating in mid-air Qi Shua Shua smile to me. If I had known there is so inexpensive that could account for, I must not forget before leaving to take a child to the next door with student ID. This time, instead of being retribution!
Due to the loss of an obvious advantage of the opportunity, I have some depressed. Sitting on the stone at the entrance, the hands ZIPPO matter how Dabu Zhao fire, perhaps because here the air is thin, perhaps due to the strong ultraviolet radiation, yesterday to fill kerosene hanging in mid-air in the cities vanish forever trace. The last puff of the Kamba people have a cigarette in his mouth and handed me, This can be taken out after the first cigarette Tibet.
Abdallah's entrance is very small, so small that the body with its huge and disproportionate. Everywhere the dark hall, the corridor back and forth everywhere. In the air is sweet and the butter flavor is full of tired every corner. I was in the loop between the pillars of twists and turns from one to another, wandering the dark halls of the palace of the same dark. Occasionally crawling on steep and narrow wooden ladder on top of a creamy greasy hands tightly clutching the armrest covered with butter to prevent slip. Four weeks before the body is full of people, but do not hear a little sound. Occasionally, the wind came wearing a beam around the column, stimulated the flames burst of butter lamps were dark, and then suddenly broke out in general to a brilliant flowers. Great pagoda of the gold-Qian Yu, tower body are everywhere as the hard currency brought by the ancients colored ore. Dalai Lama's body or is sitting or lying on the graves of these priceless, the perennial under house arrest, not see the light. Dark corner, countless pairs of eyes watching the floating walked up and down the various actors, there are spirits, there are ghosts. Occasionally a soul passing from the side, I can not see, but their breath blowing on my cheek, the intermittent itching. I closed the phone, I was afraid to hear the phone ring tones sounded, accompanied by the call of another world. I try to move forward and move forward and go forward; light on the face, the water falls on top of the head. I stood in the rain forced to breathe the air of the smell of soil. A beautiful poodle squatted in front of me, forced to shake up its daisy-like blossoms, such as the tail. I laughed, and touched its head, feeling exceptionally better. Behind a huge cemetery that has a shining brilliance of the golden dome, even in rainy years are still obscure Duopo flashing bright light. After the closed windows of countless fans danced with numerous stories, telling stories of the souls who are in the Buddhist statues, all day long tour to swing by the Doma to go walking in the babble of tourists and the faithful, gazing across the sun-drenched windows earth, and then back to cold, damp corner to continue wandering. Themselves increasingly unable to stop the rain, rain water collection into a number of small streams flow to the foot of the way and finally disappeared without a trace, I do not know into the Dragon King Lake or into the Lhasa River, or just returned to the sewer.
Lhasa two in the afternoon, the sun was surprisingly large. Jokhang Temple entrance Sang burning cigarette, as usual, someone knock the head length and so on. My hair is dry, people's mood is no longer wet. Walking in the Jokhang Temple in the turning lane, with a hobbled behind an elderly lama forward by a rotating cylinder, tired hands could not lift up. Immense and very flat roof of the Jokhang Temple, take a chair in the sun above would be a very pleasant thing. Transpiration of the previous afternoon sun falling rain, Yinyun man's eyes, looking at an unknown grass flower on the windowsill, the heart can not help but softened up.
My girlfriend is a strange person, or should be more accurately, she is a strange person. I expected her every move. She is always so calm, even if not live body trembling with excitement, her brain is still and calmly watching my face. Our body is love, that there is no doubt, but them? I am not sure. So I was afraid of them, I would move back but she did not press on, we are further apart, until the final separation. She is the last one before I left Shanghai people call me, telephone Tingtongli her voice surprisingly soft. She asked me to promise not scraped, she wanted to go back alive, I promise. She once again easily dominated me.
Obviously, when such a place like some anachronistic thinking such a thing, I played Al Gore in nicely beside the songs in the fascinating stats, down the stairs, reached the street was on. Street on both sides is full of a small business vendors, finders filled with a variety of strange Wanyi Er, along with a variety of these strange accents Wanyi Er is different break out of the shouting. Only the walls of the compound, the Buddha country of the world will be clean and noisy secular human Zhichitianya. I Bop, the walls around the Jokhang Temple, along the street was, mixed in the flow of Bop. I have many times back to the door of the Jokhang Temple have been a number of flow nor coerced to leave. I saw the myriad winding streets, dark alleys on either side of a rule is a small tavern, pub as usual, hung on the eaves of strange colors of mosaic lanterns, was whistling in the wind loop crumbling. I even recognize where I'm lost yesterday. So I turned away, will cycle the flow of people is far behind them.
8 Gallery school in front of a blackboard covered with a huge sign with the news of travelers. And a variety of search for the missing persons notices. I have a record of holding a laptop for yourself useful information. Coushang old lady next to come, "Where are ah lad? Oh, Shanghai; how accent, not like ah? Originally born in the north; my home in the Northeast for many years here, I went to Lhasa to act now to get back to the Nyingchi Nyingchi Well yes, I looked for southern Tibet, a Toyota 62 Let's eat regularly go along with what they tell you that this grape is the Nyingchi these grapes do not listen to them certainly does not produce grapes in Xinjiang Nyingchi Nyingchi to be in my many years of my Let's north-east do not know how people do not lie; ah? wood measures ah that you are going to first go to a good Nyingchi Nyingchi bar measures that go back Zaiqu wood come from far and let's you see can also have encountered fate 。。。。。。。 "I Zhaojiabuzhu, a hasty retreat, far away also heard the old lady shouted:" If you want good give me a call I would look for two people walking together four car drivers, I know that the money cheaper price than the Han people other fair My phone number is 139 ++++++++ Do not forget to call me. "
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