Rained constantly, for a whole night. Morning, the sky is still obscure, pigeons in the open space behind the house on the stop-go.
7:30, I am waiting for you at the coach station. The sky is dark and cool breeze constantly. Also on the surrounding majestic mountains covered with white snow, and occasionally there is then a bare, it must be dark at the rock, bright. More and more people inside the station, the Government still did not see you, I will wait for you to stand dirty junctions. Some people walked in silence from my side, someone came Shihai look at me with bright eyes, someone holding a ticket to sell to me. I did not speak, because I was waiting for you, just waiting for you.
When you come to the station he suddenly less people, busy stations such as instant games illusion illusion of many of those portraits Mirage. I am afraid you are also an illusion of a long time, so, I put the cold your little hand reached into his black coat, bypassing your body, hugging your waist.
Vehicles to pass in the Brahmaputra side asphalt roads, your eyes looking out the window numerous landscape, I relied on your shoulders, your hands rubbing me the wind, the messy hair, my eyes looking at your face quiet at this time, we have become the landscape of a small landscape.
9:00, vehicle checkpoints to stop at the Gonggar SARS.
Face of grim young doctor's temperature began to give us one by one. Looked at, it was a little excessive body temperature was immediately isolated scenes. I began to fear, not afraid of illness, not afraid of death, only fear and you are separated. I said, I met you only for the birth. But, you were born twelve years earlier than I do. Met you, you are married with a child, everything is in vain. This is our only spend the trip, so I can not lose, but do not want to lose you.
34 degrees 4. My body temperature. I cried in silence.
I was only one meter away from you the distance, I feel already are numerous mountains and rivers.
I heard the driver and your explanation, I feel pleased but not. Young doctors go back to look at me, he saw my face fresh and youthful visage, no speech, just waved. You took my hand car, I feel that you have a tight grip. You never said a word about love, or love, but it has just a grip betrayed all of your persistence.
Truck continued in motion.
Lush and green trees along the road, did not feel the desolation of the plateau. High street mud house was short, it was sitting in front of the lazy way to smoke, sun, 35 children with us the car running, they ran tired, sitting on the roadside romp and play. Carefree young children, the reality and trouble is always accompanied by growth followed, slowly, then get rid of. Life is always the case, with unpredictable situation, as the endless travel Tu Yu.
You sit on my left, I sat on your right. I am your left hand, but also your right hand. But you can not be any of my. Because the encounter was too late.
Sunlight is very strong, I squint to see the scenery along the way, I can not see you, afraid to lose, the easier the more care about the truth. Driver while driving, while talking to you. He said, you nice. I think we are nice. Can be so close, and you can travel. Although, no matter how everything will be over, but there have been travel memories, who would no longer be so easy to forget.
Anonymous roadside wildflowers in full bloom, purple one. In October last year, those flowers are no longer seen, these flowers have opened. You said everything would be in the past, whether good or bad, who will not change the past. Also remember that you issued a short message: past, will bloom a season.
11:00. Yumbulagang mountains of the track, before the tractor slowly toward the road. A group of Tibetan children carrying a dirty bag, working hard behind. I see the sweat on their faces, but can not find tired, some endless well-being. Faith is their well-being, to love, faith is my happiness.
I constantly shoot you, you holding a camera, you look up to blue sky, you坐在台阶上for film, you smile at me.
We previously been to many temples and palaces, I always pray before the Buddha, never for love, only for the people around, which is absolutely not a tolerance, is a desperate love. You say, Yumbulagang the first palace in Tibet. Whether it is the first of several, which means for me just because you are going, I can stay with you.
Down time, met a monk, he said that there is not far from the foot of a spring, perennial endless. We walk to the fountain, only to see the clear spring water from the outflow of a thin tube, you want me to drink the water holding. You hear someone say that this spring can be cure-all, do you want me to health. I drank one, warm, and there is no other smell. I like simple things, does not contain impurities. Many people look forward to is the feelings of delicate, single-minded, does not involve too many other.
12:00. Chang Zhusi entrance fees of the lamas do not know where to go, and I burst Qiexi.
The temple in the refurbishing, many halls are closed. Encountered in older lamas, he opened the door for us, only a dark black temple butter lamps. Lama, pointing to the corner of a bronze, you listen carefully to his words difficult to understand face expression of piety. You have a one to explain, it is Songtsan have been used before. I know that the man called Gampo, who married a princess in the two countries. Princess Wen Cheng as the unknown fate of the Kyoto all the way from the rocky plateau reached the strange exotic. I have the same for you, a person alone from Chongqing - Chengdu - Lhasa - Guangzhou - Shanghai - Nanjing - Chongqing - Lhasa.
When we stand erect with the pearl, red coral, precious stones hand-embroidered Thangka ago, suddenly shocked by the beauty of magnificent. Strange expression on his face, we just kept watching Lama smiled. He laughed mortals like us, laugh our ignorance.
Point, we returned to Zetang, in the moonlight, the market found a noodle shop to eat an ordinary patch in Lanzhou.
Your youth is spent in Xining, you like childhood food. I stay with you the delicious taste of childhood, may have can not remember, can not remember some details, but if you like, I will stay with you. I have folders of beef bowl to you, you say, so delicious, and should not have given you. I was thinking, as long as you want, as long as I do.
At meal time, you have been in the news of their impending I secretly look at you. Or were you find it, you do not explain, I do not ask.
My phone rang, there is a short message. Shanghai, a friend asked me what time to go home? I answered, there is love where is the house. I love next to at home.
2:30, Sangye crossing winds had did not go to the other side of ship. I stand to your left, habitually hand around your waist, his head buried deep in your arms.
There boatman come and talk to you, he promised to carry us to the other side, the price exceedingly high, I was tired, have no bargaining strength. I said I'm sorry. You said that you too tired to say I'm sorry the people should be me.
Brahmaputra is the dry season, the beach at the river one after another, the ship can only be Looking back on deep-water swimming with their legs. Boat trip to the middle of the river, the wind small, and I began to shoot you, you just faint smile. Your face some swelling in the lens, so shoot your side, you can still see a slight tilt of the mouth.
I look back boatman, he looked intently ahead, and occasionally see us one. He had seen too many visitors that has experienced too much in flux has disdained to see these seemingly insignificant feelings.
The sun overhead, we have exposure in the sun, bare skin, feel the burn. I pitching in your arms, kind of burning sensation did not immediately disappear, I tried to go back to the sun, do you by pressing my head. I am stubborn to break apart and your hands, Jue Zhaozui sitting across from you. A ship not far from where we are on board were waving at us, it was also holding the camera filming my ridiculous expression. You stood up, walked beside me, patted my head, Qiaqia I Huanteng the face. I could not help smiling.
I was just a child, but also likes playing with you, but also love for you like a baby and lost his temper. You are always endure, you know I need tolerant than other children.
Ship to the other side, it is already 4:00, we go to Samye Monastery, on the last class of the CMB.
You still sitting on the left, my body sideways and talking to you. Auto bumps to severe, good times, I have been Britain away, throw in off their feet. Looking back, the driver and the monks are embarrassing me, you laugh.
Much to see in the desert was a shade set off the temple. 4:30, cars into the open space before the main hall of the Samye Monastery.
Pointing to the entrance hall you have a pair of stone lions, it was the Tubo period of surviving artefacts. The contours of stone lions still sharp, but the color has been less well off. Samye Monastery is set in China, India, Tibet style as one of the early large-scale temples, a thousand years ago, it's brilliant that we can imagine, after which wind and rain, it still maintains original appearance, and no fade mystery.
Visited there were very few monks were all open space in the parking sun, chanting. I was standing not far from their place, using a mobile phone contains the voice of their chanting.
I was milling monastery. Seen many such temples have been taken for granted; like the calm after experiencing earth-shaking. I sat down, leaning against the wall in wait for you.
5:30 Samye Monastery monks began to sweep the courtyard, looking tired to me you are walking.
I do not know the car parked in open space when opened away. Inquiries to another person, 5:00 to ferry the car to drive away, and have to wait until the next day before a car. You ask me, how do? I said, let's go. Let's go. You do not want overnight accommodation away, you call home every night, tonight is no exception.
We come when the sand along the road, the sand is too soft and easily legs stuck inside. Legs felt weak, I used to with your behind and watch you leave footprints. We do not know how long it takes to go to the crossing, but did not know when the crossing if there is cross the river ship. I did the worst: to ferry had been dark, no ship, only to sleep riverside.
For the first time at an altitude of more than 3000 meters of altitude on foot, step in a trap to walk, shoes filled with sand, the pace has begun to slow. You look back, I am deliberately trying to look relaxed, you continued to walk. You ask me, tired? I shook my head. You asked me, if there are tractors, you back away? I cried, no. You? You do not speak, but nodded.
Walk, walk. The distance between us, and take advantage of you do not look back, I energetically ran towards you. They walk, walk, I fall behind, or take advantage of the time you do not pay attention, straining to run. You are suddenly back and found me to catch up with you, you are standing waiting for me in situ. I was in your right hand, you touch my hair, then pulled my hand away.
You hear the voice of the tractor. Once again asked me if there are tractors, you back away? I am still shaking his head. I'm not tired, do not order me to go back, let's go. Let's go. Tractor head come rolling in, the top filled with people, they waved at us, shouting, le. Dust filled the air, I closed the eyes closed slightly, or hide a tiny little sand. I did not tell you, just go along, while rubbing. Rise again, you are not in view, I very much fear, not afraid of getting lost, only fear and you are separated. I cried, and cried, running in the sand, can not go back and identify the road, and passed in one direction can only be kept running, I told myself, you sand the first one waiting for me, I told myself, do not be afraid, no matter Results.
Climbed over a small sand dunes, and finally see your silhouette, yelling your name. My voice echoed in the open desert, you stop the pace, I am running a flew at your arms. I would like to take a break walk, you say, no, we continue to go, let's go.
Has turned over a dune and saw 45 of the lamb from the flock, they Baa Baa to call, and my heart a sudden burst of sorrow and grief. You have not encountered these years, I was a lost sheep, a person walking in the barren desert; met you, I still was a lost sheep, you are only a temporary stray passing, we are in the desert met, to accompany trip out of the desert, you is you, I is my. So, accompanied by exceptionally valuable time, so I have to stay with you well.
The desert winds began to have increasingly significant. We Bop, not ceased, the clouds swallowed a little bit of blue sky, the sky slowly fade down.
Do not know how many had jumped over the dunes, the village in front of flickering, I excitedly pulled you run, although that speed to go with par. You suddenly slow down, you say, sorry, let you go so many way.
I remember years old that year, I went to the countryside for the New Year. New Year's Day, the two oldest maternal aunt to go out to work, in order to catch the first bus in the city, day began to dawn to go mountain Da Zhehuo. I followed two young oldest maternal aunt, do not feel the helplessness of their uprooted from their homes, and could feel the rugged mountain. Then recall that Tude about doom and gloom come.
Villages nearer the roadside people's Tibetan Mastiff met a stranger, scream with. The sound is intense, and makes us feel real, feel crossing nearby.
The central village of the men squatting under the big tree, one of which saw us, suddenly stood up. Came closer, the original is the crossing of our boatmen, he and his brother is still waiting for us. You look at the watches, we have in the desert for two hours 20 minutes on foot and traveled 15 kilometers. You say, thinking that I would give up halfway, did not think so insistent. If not you, I insist on what is futile; If not you, I kind of futility are meaningless.
8:00, ferries began to windy. The surface of the boat difficult to cross the river, the waves continued to hit the boat, splashes of numerous spray falls on our shoulders. You stand in front of me, gently holding me, for me, shelters from the storm waves. Boatmen's brother innocently looked at us, I noticed him, he embarrassed laugh, and then shifted the attention. My hands around your waist, will face close to your body, feel the warmth and comfort.
I am tired, exhausted and do not know when to sleep. When awake, the ship has docked, your hair has been blown chaos, reaching for you on your hair, find that your hair wet that they would be flying spray. The boat through the wind and waves finally returned to the ferry, we have gone through a day of Zhanzhuan, but also the end of travel. Sun goes down, we look back, has seen the other side of the desert and crossing the river a chaos.
We are tired of each other cling to each other.
We are tired, we go back, let's go.
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