Street was the Ma Jie Mi
In order to search for Tibet, said he had the feeling, I stood in the Lasa Gong Karma International Airport.
In order to feel he had said the Dalai Lama VI, love, I came to the street was the Ma Jie microphones.
At night, despite the faint of altitude sickness headache, and I Wan docked the Jokhang Temple in the vast plaza. Ma Jie Mi where it can be? Q street a Tibetan girl, she gestures at the palm, around the Jokhang Temple was a street behind the street was named, by turning the steering wheel, clockwise from the left blocks into the Jokhang Temple, has been transferred approaching is that it is right around the corner blocks.
No light without months of night, the sky is so close, so that the star is more shimmering sky, reaching appear to be off to one. Wan and I walk side by side with, in no hurry to find her so quickly ----- Ma Jie Mi. From time to time holding a rotating wheel of Tibetans overtaken from behind, whispers Tuzhe mouth sixth forbearance "ah, Well, it, pit, microphones and coaxing," ... ... the heart without the side stallion, with the most pious soul, Buddha to pray for the soul to forgive their guilt, with a happy afterlife. None of us did not ask why, with their eyes from the moment the handover, they know and understand. They proceed from each family a lifetime to crawl hundreds of thousands of times, came to their minds the sacred Jokhang Temple. The pursuit of life, of course, there are also discarded. They give up this life only for the afterlife do? I can give up do their own past? Deep down, every time when I look back, each time thinking, and just as that of a prostrate before the Jokhang Temple, In the future, still on the shelf. Life and prostrate were merely an experience, rather than right or wrong.
Is a wandering child Cangshi along the shop, the shop ablaze with lights and small groups of tourists in the cabinet before the pick. Walk to the back door of the Jokhang Temple, a white tower of quiet down in front of incense burning is a kind of similar to folic artemisiae plants. Plume of blue smoke from the tower fly out of magic, such as the night wizard, elegant and there is life, alluring fragrance. Implicit in the smoke, there is a row of monks dressed in purple-red uniforms female monks, sat on the floor back wall of the Jokhang Temple, their neat melding of the singing, accompanied by mist, I fell into the thin dense. Several suspected dream.
Seems to have come to the stage how ah? The beginning, some anxious up. Ask the store owner had a Cangshi, his mouth a Nu, said, "is that VI's love? Zhuanguo Wan it wants"
Two Tibetan girl, giving her a big Mahua Bian, lead us to the second floor. Door is dilapidated, the doors squeak ah ring off-axis, Ma Jie Mi-inclusive us.
This is an orange color with possession of it, the ancient walls covered with all kinds of random features a rich picture of Tibet, with a black border. Little shop, only six or seven four-wall a long row of curved opened Zhuo Yan Central are two relatively soft Bouchat's clothes hair, printed on blue cloth cushion the sixth mantra randomly scattered on it, poorly and harmonious. The left hand door is a small bar, bar top, three long diamond-shaped paper was covered with the possession of the lantern is the only source of light inside the lights through the mask painted on Tibetan paper, will be an orange welled small room. At this point, ears like a waft from Teana "Angel".
This is what I'm looking for Ma Jie Mi do?
Window seat, a lanky frame over Tibetan boy for our table lit butter lamps. Jumping flames, An Huang copper lamps, window street was turning the believer, there was a long love story, it makes my heart all these up gradually clarity.
Although, there is Wan accompanied me, and I also have love, can be at this time, but I still feel lonely still.
Such as the Lama, dedication and determination to stick with its own personality, Shouhou heart of pure love.
A dream, it will not stop the pursuit. I thought.
If you never meet the people will not miss the great friend If it has not how can the torment is being affected by Acacia How great friend If it has not being affected by Acacia's anguish, ah, Ma Jie Mi, Ma Jie Mi
Author: sundance112
