Awoke
Do not know when, I tread out of the quilt. The sun's direct light to the world's highest plateaus, launched into the room, reach all parts of the bed. I do not have to cover the buttocks warm quilt. I woke up.
I first entered Tibet in the early nineties of last century. As a proletarian myself, I just lost the shackles, resignation, and with the whole world was about to be inexplicable joy, and had just transformed into a proletarian Lan Ye, Wu pairs, MU Lin-sen, Kang beads together and flew to Lhasa. In Lhasa, I sleep on the bus, get off to see the temple.
The second time I entered Tibet in the late nineties of the last century. Business myself, I lose big, the driving side of my three-wheeled motorcycle, from Beijing, along the 109 national highway, passing through Yangyuan, Hebei, Shanxi Datong, Zuoyun, youyu, Inner Mongolia, fresh water river, Dongsheng, Ningxia Shizuishan, Huinong, Ping Luo, Helan, Yinchuan, Yongning, Qingtongxia, middle-ning, Gansu Jingyuan, silver, Gaolan, Lanzhou, West-solid, Qinghai, and Min, Le Du, Ping, Xining, huangyuan are lan, Golmud, Tibet, Amdo, Nagqu, when hung, doilungdeqen, to Lhasa. I took more than six months, and from the thousand kilometers, so see someone or something, as Mangrenmoxiang and rubbed his legs, that is, that elephant looks like a pillar.
So I want to stay down in Lhasa. This is my third time in Tibet. I train down the walk to Lhasa come. I looked for a scholarly families living children down. I was arranged to live in a hill, the host family on the second floor of a house.
I woke up. I think that today the sun with me on the same contour line. Sunshine and scattering a house. Host family stood on the desk of the books: Mei Yi's translated as "How the Steel Was Tempered." When I look back in time, although will not be wasted for Love and remorse, but it will be because of mediocrity and regret. I saw the calendar know: today's winter solstice.
Through a glass window, I am basking in the sun after the snow. I would like to distance overlooks the snow after the Potala Palace, even more magnificent. Faint scent of butter tea bowl. Temple chant singing came softly in the room echoed.
I woke up. Dreams have been through my heart.
I woke up. I am grateful to the Tropic of Capricorn the sun on the wake up call me.
I woke up. I can do a bit of Lhasa what?
Li non-750@163.net
June 19, 2003
Author: li_xiaofei
