Source: Sichuan News Network in Lhasa, life is very leisurely. Room, no television, telephone, so there are chunks of time at night for reading; toilet and bathroom are public, so often encounter a foreign woman pour corridor apart, Wang Dan, see much more will remember with affection of a kind ; three meals a day to find their own, so it can be resolved in just six six two people for lunch, and tea and feel eaten enough. In addition to paid respects to the temple the remaining time is swinging in the streets, and when I sat in the Jokhang Temple Square, the road teeth on the sun, when the child Lifting suddenly see the light --- the so-called leisure, freedom, action, completely free of ideology. Of course, the freedom here is to build on the considerable moral standards, otherwise it is a right piece of the sky from the recent desecration of the Holy Land.
Of course, in such a simple life, will be in trouble, is a language barrier. But at least it has the same benefits of the relationship between people --- has been simplified, and goodwill and non-goodwill to distinguish between the way they are is to see the other side has red smile. Days in Tibet, I found that the emotional well-intentioned strangers there are so many, far larger than the non-good parts. In the beautiful majestic scenery he discovered the truth of this sentimental, I really like the sun always shines into the heart. And to solve this troublesome process is so interesting, I said to myself is to use body language, the ability to have a new understanding, but also enhance the confidence of eye contact.
On the road, I cursory to see the Tibetan people's life some of the fragments. Although the material enjoyment is so limited, but they are a simple pleasure is so rich in appeal. Lhasa, Shigatse and crosses back from the road, highway that runs through the grasslands Shannan. Quiet green Yang Zhuo Yong measures the edge back to a place beheld Snowy Mountains, a group of Tibetan men and women playing on the grass. I can not judge their relationship can only imagine is a village neighbors. These people sat on the floor, the women get together with twist wool, men were the name of a Tibetan mahjong, or at least they are using tiles. See me, women were all overjoyed, perhaps my clothes, in their view is very weird. But when I have to laugh when women are embarrassed they go to work had turned. Sell them a Tibetan butter tea is an old grandmother, I would have done so of her guests. One old lady beat butter tea for me specifically, but also thick and fragrant, and she, like all hard-working and hospitable simple bow the body, like the Tibetans offer tea for me. How can I express my gratitude? Only a smile. In fact, I know a lot of rats here grasslands great I am not far away from the all over the mouse hole, and even my old lady on top of the low Chapeng ran briskly to see the mouse! But my heart has always been surrounded by a quiet joy, surprise, neither on pins and needles much less alarmed.
Back to Lhasa, I know a few good Tibetan friends. Them, and even I have seen all of the locals will say the words of Han Dynasty are fond of saying, "that is, that is." Thus, in the streets of Beijing East Road, in the Indian films playing sweet tea in the hotel's small courtyard, a stone bench children, in the "is that" I continue to gain in a simple life.
Author: dellren123
