September 18, Tian-Gang Liang, Nima sweet tea, and we finished off a thermos flask of sweet tea, together in Lhasa, the last meal ------ Tibetan noodles. Then the altimeter and the days you eat the size of the stars carry luggage got on, watching cars Kaiyuan gradually until it disappears. At this point, everyone and silence, the eyes have a melancholy parting.
Xiaguang sunrise shines on the golden dome on top of the Jokhang Temple, and we face coated with a layer of golden glory, no desire of us with a full metal texture on the face, eyes or sit scattered in the foot of the wall. 4 weeks full of alms to monks, five body voted to believers, stall hawkers, and South chamber north of the travelers.
Altimeter gone to lunch together still failed to luxury. The most common vegetables or sweet and sour lotus white (cabbage), green silk fried potatoes, fried spinach and bacon.
After lunch, Nyalam have to buy a turning cylinder, I broke into a "traveler." Wang Bo is not, and the other two are not the boss of a small. Only a tall girl in gatekeeper. She was a little dark skin, eyes large, which made me suddenly remembered the one hidden in the depths of my heart do not want people to touch. I let her give me brazenly served tea or drinks, but also the native place face to face about her birthday. Maybe my wanton Heart Juyi let this girl, she only await obediently sent me a not and I talk too much. But she did not Yuanbi, but bulging standing bar where the stranger looked at me crazy.
Boss they come, they gradually lively little bar up. Bar inside the girls see many people up, and finally find out the original front of the person is not a lunatic, but some Renlai Feng fills so daring also is getting up. She began to speak to me and started to answer some previously that she did not answer.
She was the people of Jilin, in Lhasa, Academy of Fine Arts to study painting. Her parents opened a hotel in Lhasa. Oh, the original Han Chinese, no wonder along the way than I have seen a lot of girls to be beautiful. My mood is high, laughing and joking for quite a while, until the sky will be dark before she was pulled out to the boss. They leave, they go back to make eyes for a while. And she also laughed at me.
I am glad I do not know why, maybe I am crazy. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Yes. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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. . . Sometimes I fool myself, or lost in the senseless happiness in the game, there are days I get old, in a strange place, but also memorable journey of adventure yesterday; In fact, I often hate myself, or I blame me survival times, hard to find reasons to explain men's Caleche, it is often a man in hiding
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