Different from the Xiahe
Slow long-distance car winding mountain road Akira Akira ah, spent the night on the train, but also met the owner of a very honest, and the heavens overcast down, everyone energy fatigue, take a resigned attitude fall asleep. Car towards Xiahe is the unplanned stop.
Sangkecaoyuan Fong Ma returned, a number of brothers and sisters are still to finally be able to run down a prairie on the rode back to the excitement, Bian Wei Chong us with vivid descriptions, describe the Nazhi Tibetan mastiff rushed out of the adventure plot. Only a few did not immediately Lao Zhao's really nothing interesting in the comparison of depressed, for example Mting, his horse like a little donkey, like me, and crotch to mount more greedy, all the way from time to time to bow their heads fierce bite. Nevertheless, the Pastoral mile "sheep that ran beneath the clouds," the landscape is still seen, and go the same way on horseback Tibetan girls are still singing the songs long and mellow, not to mention a very fragrant tsampa Zhanbao inside is very soft , Camellia also hot and sweet, the sour taste is also very positive, so be mo's Phi star with maneuvering ran back to Xiahe on the way, we are still and interest to everybody. Had intended to find a family restaurant, banquet go to Sheng Xiao, did not realize half the street has not passed, the 11 street lights went out, the shop door closed restaurants, cruise around in a circle only to find a beef noodle soup, shop. The boss told us that the local police issued an order after 10:30 forced to close all the shops out of business, to tell us to go back to bed early, and gave Muzi and Mting bright light hidden in his jacket inside the knives. Yes, have increasingly deserted empty stomach Duo back to the streets. See if someone fighting on the street, a group of monks holding his arms at the side of the onlookers. House under the shadow along it was just sit, a few hooded face of avatars have flashed by. You at this time somewhat timid hearts, night gave up plans to hurry to return to store a rest. Washed only on the street suddenly heard sirens rang out, a dog barking.
Nothing more than the reduction in bed on a cold day something more comfortable, not to mention bed ground floor packed with people, both safe and warm, whether it be trouble outside it. However, the Labrang Monastery how can we miss the early lessons, when everybody was rubbing Xingsong the sleepy eyes, drilled his own comfort zone.
The horizon yet to see the gray dawn, the morning is cold shiver. Schungite the canopy, the Labrang Monastery stands silent and solemn manner, large through the front of the Victoria Hall Gallery unadorned flapping in the wind啦to wavy undulating Piaowu, Yan Xia cavalry Ding Dong sounds came faintly through the halls to low The recitation voice. Qian Sheng foot chase across the high threshold, a surge of rich butter flavor Pumian hit, almost did not put an empty stomach tidy reversal of a singly at once. Will concentrate one's attention, we saw rows of pillars among them the purple futon, the monks for morning most people are not gathered, only a dozen Buddhist monks in front of recitation while the allocation of something. Hundreds of candle oil lamp illuminates a hall, pillars and hung with exquisite Thangka Zhuangfan Baogai around the wall paintings depicting the Buddha shrines embedded in bookshelves. To teach my little knowledge of Tibetan Zicun not expert, watched for a while now intends to withdraw Dianwai, corners Choujian the other side of the corridor in the hands of a girl raised her camera, this time the door coming down the right side of the high futon of a monk. Because the dim light just as confused as the face and saw he was tall, dressed even more unusual, the red cassock Pulu crammed into what they do not know, the two pad too high, and burdened with a huge cone shaped instruments used in gold and more He looked magnificent and mighty, Bangtaiyaoyuan, looked like just coming down from the frescoes of the defending King Okami. I was stunned as he watched through me swaying in front of the slow pace Zhizhong, he walked the other side of vertical corridor, look steadily forward, straight in front of the girl was walked slowly turn around, she waved red . With his return, I look to recover bit ignorant when it left the Jing-tang rooms, good for a while before doing something together, this is not in respect of the "iron bar Lama", right?
Out from the side door, but also the other side of the temples Duodao the conjecture is another Zhacang (via Hall) or the capsule due to (Living Buddha Office), this red brick building with gray tiles puzzle structure small compact, walls old trees in a lush verdant. Circling the sky and the roof suddenly a group of Gua-noise of the Blackbird, is a crow is no doubt that the walls outside the cooing pigeons foraging in groups, two each other interference. Wearing cassock and wearing the robes of the monks in the hall Dianwai steady stream of pilgrims, chest resonance chanting synthetic stretch. Compared with large Jing-tang, there were even more enriched and ordinary people. We stood Dianwai, wait for dawn.
Labrang Monastery was encircling mountains, the dawn of a long climb, a long time not seen appearance. We had arranged to set the time, the four dispersed. Along the hemp straw assemble a low wall made of reddish brown, through the dense spider web of the road and see layer upon layer upon layer of shag, through the Church and Buddhist temple, that glorious magnificent golden dome, color streamers and lutetium Campbell buildings, with the mountain spreading, Shun valley extends to the instant I feel this huge temple. Because it misses the river through the barrels of large summer and I ran south vertical guy. Along the way are not careful and turn the people gone through a reverse and was surprised eyes swept several times, there are several old man kindly pulled us, pointing in the opposite direction. Originally thought that the river through the barrel is just a slip her surprise, on the road through the copper, and wooden barrels by the ubiquitous, they are like meandering rivers, turning those who like daxia endless torrent of river water, rivers into the sea , Zhong Xin Xiangfo.
When we ran back panting big Jing-tang, as early as classes have been completed, red-lacquered doors Lasuo. In front of the stone steps to sit on the sun warm grilled roast has already frozen hands and feet, to be determined after the turn of God Xianqi northeast corner of Sule Pagoda Longitudinal down. Or yesterday, the road is still in what the Noodle House, touching belly full belly Duodao already bustling streets, and everyone shops hung out his own signature products, shopkeepers were not at ease sat at the counter, have ran out of the sun, playing chess, drinking tea. The street is not wide, but less popular night and appears to open, the sun straight through the open doorway illuminate the counter inside the silver, precious stones sparkling shine. 23 wicker broom Raising a hand-held cleaner dust, the air filled with a long and, leisure taste. All images so that we can not help but surprised, if they are still living in Xiahe that night.
Author: anna_d
