Majiami
First time I saw Majiemi the name is from a book called "Tibet in leather-covered books," the book, it refers to Majiemi in the street was the southeast corner, is the most humane place in Lhasa. And the VI Dalai Lama and Majiemi love story, even she has added air of mystery.
By the afternoon in Lhasa, we can not wait to go to the Jokhang Temple. Around the Jokhang Temple, the street was on the convergence of many pilgrims from around the tourists, and as I do. In the crowd, I was constantly packed with loss of direction, but I do not know why they feel lonely. We, people of the city from the taste of island life, brings an impetuous heart, so I can not stay in the Majiami can not face the calm, will not be able to confront ourselves.
From Everest finally back to Lhasa, in the past few days, the soul seems to free the body, there is a totally different from the past, I indulge in with their feelings, there is no pressure, no responsibility can not overlap, is the End complete the whole truly belongs to me.
Going home tomorrow, and passion is being a little bit of fade, roommate's friends also linger in the street was on the market. I suddenly felt tired, like a man quietly have left alone, one person. After dinner on the early to bed, how can they also could not sleep. By 9 o'clock, but you can last straw, so get up and knock the fellow next door, with the look Majiami.
Majiami in south-east and East Zisu way street was where the intersection is the seat of the ordinary painted yellow paint a small two-story buildings, buildings in the surrounding white background, but he has a strange warm. The wall Hui Zhao a beautiful Tibetan girl, with a blinding look, it seems the infatuation wait.
We are small pushes open the door, took Zhiyazhiya the sound of the wooden stairs. On the second floor is not large, light a little bit dark. Upstairs has three customers, and one of a selection of the most middle of the living room sofa, stood next to an already fast disappearing from our memories of school bags, bags a letter to the words "Serve the People" five red, hands holding a book, people caught up in the sofa. The other two are foreign travelers, they sat against the wall of a dual, hence no talking, but quietly in a message written to express their feelings on paper. The house stood indistinct Tibetan music, a plump cat lying idly on a chair. Everything is so quiet, time also seems to never leave any traces here. Flavor of love seem to filling the whole room, and we gently through it, afraid to scare away a pair of lovers. Interchange of the door that chose the location of the window seat, looking down from the window, down the street was a devout cult who worship in their own unique way to tell of their aspirations. I order a pot of Tibetan tea, while the heart consonance to find another companion were sitting alone in a place. TIPS boss is a woman, silently came around, took over several tourists message book, hospitality for my candles.
For the first time come to Tibet.
Yes ah.
Have been to?
Ah, the most distant of Everest, the final thought here, take a look.
Considerate boss laughed at our request, she was carrying the first Tibetan Lama in the house where the famous poem written: "in that the East Peak," "in that the East High Whenever a high peak when the moon rises slowly emerged that the smiling faces of Majiemi in my Xintian. "
I do not know who, whether sitting in this Majiami the window, listening to the love of the oath, heart full of tenderness, that pretty face has also become even more impressive because of joy.
In this way will leave in a night, a man sat alone, drinking a thick milk tea, enjoying the candles, turned watching other people's feelings, taste the smoke into the past already. For many years as it has been impossible as at present, could easily face its own, and the bottom of my heart that his peace conversations. The past has had little by little as time goes by, but gradually becomes as if never happened, any thing can be坦然地面对own, you can stay out, it may be an indifferent bystander watching a camel, while the regardless of whether it would be like results. However, in Majiami, in the candlelight Majiami, there is a trace of trance, Huang Ru back to the past, when a young little small in the heart; once naive and ridiculous; as well as in Tibet, scheduled for of helplessness and hesitation on that night; in the foot of Mount Everest Yeti Hotel Bason hard to sleep the night, and friends sat on the steps outside the hotel, quietly looking at the sky flashing the Star, as well as meteors when they see the joy. Yes Majiami candle lit his thoughts, and that long-dust lamp light.
She has forgotten that this Xinshou climbed over the contents of the book, only one sentence is deeply engraved in the hearts: We can not bury the past, because we are quietly looking forward to. In this place, Lama looking forward to his Majiemi, but after three centuries of us sitting here, if they have also had the same expectations?
Many people came to Majiami many like me who have been attracted Majiami all like me to leave Tibet in the coming time, will choose a sunny afternoon, or with a brighter moon night, sitting the Majiami, slowly pondering over once. Table, a dozen thick message of this, many visitors have left a long message, I slowly turned over, turn to a blank space, put everything has been condensed into a heart Xiang, set aside at a place called Majiami place. Maybe I will re-visit old haunt, when the see their impulsive behavior and speech that year, will be a smile, will be lenient view of their occasional indulgence soul.
Everything will end, and we should also go back, and the return to our original places, and all of them will return to the previous look. And Tibet, never mind just a distant dream.
Is a new day began at midnight, the street was already deserted, on the ground that only two of us a long shadow. She stood behind me, quietly lit a cigarette. The night of Lhasa in August already has the taste of losing their leaves in autumn, but people feel sober, I Jinle Jin coat, took a deep breath, back with a smile said to her: Let's go.
Author: cytxpy
