Tibet has long been a place of my longing, but complicating in this city who can so easily give up a dream in front of everything? Ping is the determination of the greatest girl, she quit well-paying jobs, as one I thought I go there to escape the plateau above 3,000 meters above sea level. I ended up at McDonald's inside a plastic bench Chi Xuegao when the pain is also determined to go! Pure Land sacred to Napian embarked on, no matter what price to pay. Lin came back from the United States, to bring him all the savings, there are a few overdraft credit card to back his huge luggage, and with us Sheung.
So, with that beautiful of a waking dream, the dream of a transparent blue, like the Han, as the song to sing. I am pleasantly surprised to find a big beautiful place, trip an unforgettable journey of life is really a feast, a collection of wealth in the mind.
Dazzling sun arena
Weather: sunny
Golmud City, is up. Just out of the station will be surrounded by a group of people: "To do cars, direct Lhasa, every King must be stopped!" "Lasalasa!" First time I heard Nazuo teach people charmed the city in so many mouth to say, passionate emotions will remember with affection, as if all that has been within our reach.
Live in a clean hotel, three of us live in a very cheap there are hot water and separate toilet, as long as 80. We can spend a few days here, the most comfortable in the afternoon.
I love the most, is a luxury here, the sun. Walking in the city center on the main street, dry sun rushing toward us, the whole people should turn out like, and even behind the shadow, but also seems to be particularly comfortable and lazy. Signs of various restaurants dazzle, mutton soup and pie aroma four drift. Lin no appetite, eating of a pancake, I have peace is just a bowl of cold noodles, do not finish on the miserably. Back to the room a few days Henhendiba wash dirty clothes, and then put them on a wire hanging in the roof. Through the long corridors and a small door, then through the parking lot, climbed two self-built wooden ladder on to the roof.
The sun roof is a dazzling arena. The wire in the disorder has been hanging a lot of white linens, white under the reddish color of the sun shining bright, very bright people could not open the eyes. Are less inclined to spread the clothes on the flat dry hanging, they are indiscriminate in the wind and sunshine Zhang Yang, and our fatigue, together with the clothes on the drops with the sun pour in such inter-carved vanish, leaving only pleasant from the the sun's fragrance.
Where also did not go, there is fierce light shine, and all have is beautiful. I just leaned against the roof railing on the side of the sun, watching the parking lot of the off-road vehicles out of a Jin-Jin, to Sheung people and people were bustling about the destination overlap, and their face was being sweated open of like a flower. Janitor workers and passing the old aunt to catch the cavity, their eyes remain in the hands of Aunt Accompanied the basket, perhaps this time in the discussion of vegetable? Carefree riding a big boy car Shu Di Huang passed from among them, leaving a loud whistle. Bow to concentrate on walking girl accidentally lifted his head, I saw her round face and bright red, and clear eyes look slightly modesty.
A leisurely sunny afternoon to while away so fast, my mind is blank, what do not want to, it is sweet blank. Have instant forget his coming so far from the South. Here the law of the people according to their live a simple, comfortable in their own way to happiness, if I live here, surely it must also good.
In the evening the sun becomes red, sunset debut, and nice and warm feeling has faded. Bring dry clothes back, the girl fell flat sleepiness generated by soft bed, I go out to buy some food and forest. Few people on the street, we have no one to come to a slightly fries sold in a shop and sit down to wait for Cook package. Lin talking about a lot of his time abroad, he can always tranquil appearance, speak leisurely's. As we all go back no appetite, so they went to sleep early to think tomorrow will be tough to embark on the journey, I slept well the night with excitement.
Long Qinghai-Tibet Road
Weather: wind, rain plus snow
Today, we are really the road, on the Natiao famous road. Is not yet dawn Jiupaqilai, this is about a 5-point car at the hotel waiting for us not to. Lin had ran out to look for cars, girls, ping me and kept calling to find someone. Wait until 8:00 more than the man finally emerged.
Started very smoothly. 9:00 pm Though the man called the car, but stayed in a parking lot where a morning, that is foolish to wait more than three hours. Originally they were a car company, should be sent to Lhasa to sell a new car, so a couple of cars must work together, rather we are the first car rental, and had waiting. A few have come early in the morning in Beijing, but a woman suffering from a cold, insisted kick down Diaozhen Sheung. We hope the results of her long-awaited kick down the needle to come back, the driver has not contain her, saying that such a body would be any death, followed the example of several very cold emphysema lost their lives on the road thing, seems to be terrible look.
Group of people finally persuaded to stay, 1 o'clock we finally set off. Will be waiting for us in front of what was really a bit uneasy. Another five from Zhanjiang to and what we go the same way, the only men who are team leader is a doctor, looked thirty or forty-year-old bar, seems to know a lot, so we became a team of eight individuals.
2 white brand new Beijing senki Xiong Jiujiu dash to drive in the Qinghai-Tibet highway.
Overcast days, and increasingly thick cloud, to the Kunlun Mountains, when the rain hit the snow increases, the temperature plummeted. Side of the road surface a Kodate eat mutton, shopkeepers Zhangdehenshuai, it is very warm, sunny weather that plateau when the rain, and sometimes let you experience a day seasons. Lin wore a very thin, and went to the snow taking pictures inside, and we asked him to put down clothes, but he is not afraid of the cold seemed to 1:00. Kunlun Pass is the cold wind whistled, at an altitude of 4767 meters of the monument next to the streamer hung a faded, people feel very tragic. Budongquan water, is bone-chilling cold.
After the baptism of rain and snow, roads become wet, the air is increasingly thin and cold. The driver seemed in a hurry, slow drive along Jingan. Due to poor road conditions the speed again soon, the whole car the same as Happy Valley, sloshing was not, we have thrown a few too head against the roof, Britain had broken his neck faster. Had their teeth forward to not allow yourself to fall asleep and turned his attention shift accompanied by the beautiful scenery of the window. Gradually dark days down the scenery constantly changes, more and more desolate.
Stopped to eat when everyone else is all because of fatigue, no appetite. Not to swallow Ping, Lin would get off vomit, and Britain may be too powerful cars. A small restaurant there is a young man studying in Tibet, he was eating the bread on our side said: "The depot where a word has been popular, and have a five beam, can not see the father and mother." Ping said that after the elevation will be Swallow a sharp rise, many people coming here will be very hard for me to be pretty sick also not in the past, let us be mentally prepared, hear my heart timid. Fortunately, I was not too much discomfort, but felt tired, like the bones with the bulk of the aircraft. The Lin became very weak, nothing to eat, drink a few saliva.
Before dark we have successfully maneuvered through the two crossings and five beams, because it is only a very short stay, we are very excited about not only all right, Ping LIANG Bing insisted on five points and take photographs, in order to witness the tragic passionate emotions. This is a moment we forget the fatigue, there is a kind of inexplicable excitement.
As night fell, we continue to dash on the original in the luxuriant Cang. Stars hanging in the sky, no moon, the wind is very harsh. I huddled in the car has started stuffy, and just feel Hao Xiangshui go, but the whole brain disorder, and how could not sleep. Shortly after midnight, car忽然停下来. Someone shouted excitedly: Tanggula -! I Qiangdajingshen out of the car, waves Shigu wind blowing around my back straight, that sound of the roar. A rise shocked eyeful of streamer flag mysteriously wildly dancing in the dark, hazy also saw a huge statue of indomitable spirit stood there, like the gods. I would like to move, they lose control of the feet, jagged like a walk in the cotton land. Or not gas up, I Taikoudakou to breathe, his throat dry and dumb. Also those few woman, obstinately each other by the arm forward to the memorial photographs, flash like ghosts, lighting up more statues, they are hidden in the darkness without end, was wrapped with waves of Sound from the Dark. Everywhere is very quiet, but the whistling of the wind disturbance rocked with my thoughts, it is God's force? Somewhere there is a fear. How do I have such a feeling! In my imagination, the Tanggula mouth is heroic, and masculine, and urging them upward ah. The reasons may be too tired to bar, and now to think of all that, like a mysterious illusion.
The driver wants to drive quickly, and after all, is the height of 5700 meters above sea level, the restricted area of human life, stay for a long time be dangerous. I muddle through here, like a dream the same over.
Car to the time Amdo is 3 am, the driver tired no, Zhi Han, "can not stand." So he put us in a very small hostel. This hostel is very simple, and only two rooms for men and women, which each one Tai Kang. We are six woman squeeze into a 5 heatable adobe sleeping platform, even without lights. Too tired, I could not even look kang no see on the lay up, close your eyes to sleep. At this time if someone asked me who I probably do not know.
Northern Tibet, the center for the bottle on a string
Weather: sunny
Early morning wake up, head on the great pain worse. Girls Heiichi up on the spit, especially the forest, the reaction is more serious, and even drinking water is also vomit. Fortunately, accompanied by a doctor willing to give him a shot antiemetic needles. He looked very weak, yesterday bought the oxygen bag somehow leak chaos last night, fast leaky, and he had to huddle in front of the bag holding the seat, a little effort and no, good people feel bad. The three of us on the road one another physically, and he then take care of us, how bear to see him such a hard look.
Vehicle, Lin right driver said: "By the Nagqu let me play a glucose-pin it." Almost a pleading voice, weak and unable to land. Feel that he is helpless and very lonely. 1:00 speechless. Everyone suffer physically challenge. The Good morning long, the whole forest seemed to be buried inside the seat has eyes closed, I could only see him from behind the head droop. Nothing would go wrong, I kept thinking.
Finally arrived at noon Nagqu. Nagqu is a city in northern Tibet, looked very lively. Vehicle walk through a muddy road, stopping at one of the busiest streets. Was short, both sides are shops and restaurants. Is not a high-rise buildings around here, but countless great duo edges of clouds and boundless blue sky. Dust in the carriage to catch a shuttle between pastoralists, dazzling sunshine with a lively horse exaggerated tones.
To find the roadside a small clinic, where the forest on the bed. The small and frail patients with a doctor seems like a commonplace, very confident to give him a needle hanging sodium chloride. I have little appetite for peace does not, drink a few mouthfuls of lamb soup. Looking back the forest, called the doctor and juan Gan, they suggested that hanging a bottle of nutritional medicine to give. Linan An quietly lying there, Almost all patients with the boy, when it will quiet down, and then it makes pity look, waiting for someone else's care. Although only friends, but my heart is soft,.
Travel time is also put on the bottle on a string, juan to help put the bottle in the vehicle and fixed. The voyage took a total kept sloshing bottle on a string, juan has dared to rest very seriously, patrol. While we were strangers prior to yesterday could be sitting here today with a car, I was touched by her kindness.
This afternoon spent in the car such a tragic way. In the evening, when the vehicle to the male, which means arduous journey is over, and only three hours away from Lhasa, drive the. Two drivers are unwilling to set foot Nam Co, saying it was getting late the road was too dangerous not to go. So we decided to go to Lhasa, had intended to do. Now, a few with them as a team, the most senior doctors willing to natural or a coach, because he considered the issue than we are comprehensive, but many years ago Cengjinglaiguo.
Lin Qi Sehao eating more, eat a lot of things. My headaches have disappeared. It seems high and low altitude really big impact on the body, thought to Lhasa very soon, and everyone is relaxed together, recalling the night in Amdo, several of us all call a deep breath. "Originally did not think really that hard!" Reaction to getting bigger all the way Zhanjiang said the girl.
22:00, we have successfully entered the Lhasa urban area. Ice-cold rain has been non-stop underground, this well-known plateau city, a place full of mystery, they greet us in this way. Looked at by raindrop crawling lights of the car window looming, I felt an upsurge of emotion with, was moved to tears fell faster come.
However, one asked around and found city filled with people everywhere, all come for tomorrow's Sour Milk Drinking Festival. We had moved into some of Kim Joo remote hostel. In any case, have come is a happy thing. Is not it, here is Lhasa, the number of people yearning for a place!
Tragic Shenghu
Weather: Qingzhuan Yin, wind
Decided to postpone the three days back, and they go to a multi-Wan Jitian Nyingchi. However, Lin does not seem to like it, he said the total did not want to bump in the car, preferring a man quietly left alone in one place, so as to better appreciate the beauty there. The night before he was packing to that Namco is to spend the night camping by herself in there. In the wild the natural environment where a person's bad night, no doubt a very dangerous thing, and we tried to persuade him, but he said the decision, and a very persistent look, really is a stubborn temper.
Today is the most sad in this way one day, I do not know why, early in the morning waking up was a touch of melancholy hanging over. All the way to the Namco rocks and mud, cars Britain was extremely powerful. Appalling is that there are two off-road car is probably an old dilapidated broken at the halfway complete, and can only be for people to come repair, so delay a long time. At noon have painstakingly finally reached the holy lakes in my mind.
Have forgotten all tired. Off when the head hurt, I only know that desperate to walk a big step toward the lake. That the United States is stirring, and I seem to see a saint, she was so plaintive lay there, quiet but very leisurely manner, as in waiting for me to put her arms wide. A touch of melancholy as it is nothing to put into words the beauty of no ending expansion of tears have mixed feelings on this way, spewing out. Finally, I stood at the lake's no big soft grass, weeping uncontrollably, great sadness, I do not know where to hit!
The face of immense Yihong, disappeared in the gray-blue sky and clouds between the lake, watching the mist Mimeng unclear to implicitly present in the Nyainqentanglha snow-capped mountains, remembered in a dream in my mind that this scene appears more than once , in addition to tears, has nothing to express their feelings at this time. Changes in the lake flying over the clouds, from bright to dark, from the mist into the deep, so mysterious, so that the chilling cry of a people permeated with flickering emotions, like Kieslowski film actress Ming-yan and melancholy in his eyes, filled with uncertainties and the Snob, tenderness, and treason. Believe that this stunning scenery, in my life, I will not again not again.
I kept pressing the hands of the shutter, unexpected happenings like a row a good photo, tears in her eyes. When the wind gradually from the tears dried, I write a piece of paper, "I love you, Namco. August 20, 2001, 14:55 pm in the wind in the afternoon," and then buried in the lake loose The flowers below.
A group of very cute, I ran toward the sheep, Baa Baa cried, and some neck also drew a red mark, this plateau wizard. I am excited, frantic to follow them to shoot until the camera runs out the whole rest of the film. Found in the lake on the other side of the forest, he gave me to shoot photos. No one understand my mixed feelings, perhaps, even I myself do not understand the bar.
Soon really windy, and bone-chilling cold ground. Unprovoked dark sky down, the lake turned into a one spot, it is even more capricious and amazing clouds, color is becoming increasingly strong. In the holy lake last sunshine, so I reluctantly took a few photos again, the driver anxiously reminders we left, saying that soon there will be a storm. This means that wants to take the forest, as well as the picturesque scenery of the lake goodbye.
When the forest turns carrying his luggage into a huge lake of marshland, I Hanzhu him, hand it over a piece of chocolate. He said thank you, and then turned back is no longer good tragic look. We stayed standing there, watching him away, which is a sudden flash, days of blue, cloud high, he was a small figure.
Back all the way, were a huge sadness enveloped, are many sad emotions, that cloud, that sadness, that never ran a silhouette, then the United States was a place people crying ... ... I have been unstoppable tears streaming down, had to take hat block. Squeeze in the car to look at four individuals, extremely noisy, and no one paid attention to my pair of like. I remain concerned about all people have to teach in that heartbreaking blue lake, and to those charming sheep, from the playful side slip past, back when they had been carved into the dumping of the white dots become a memory of the moment.
I am I can not keep everything tears.
Charming hostel
Weather: sunny, rainy night
That night left the Nam Co is really the same as nightmares. Have suffered badly when the car came to Yangbajain braved a torrential downpour, the hit here, roads, soldiers are not released. Drivers are afraid of the army, except for some special card or the relationship between the car, other cars all stuck there. So along the way so many vehicles parked on the roadside on helplessly, a stop is an overnight! Confused to the car, under which I Dazhao San convenient, and regardless of whether anyone saw. Only to hear the roadside splashed a rushing river flowing, the sky shone countless sparkling stars, beautiful, they are too busy to take into account. A very tough time sitting in the car, sleeping awake, awake to sleep, finally saw the day daybreak up in front of the car began to slow peristalsis. In fact, from here to return to Lhasa city, is just 40 minutes by car, and we spent a full 12 hours.
The morning without a break after lunch, they suggested that for a hotel, so we moved to Beijing from Kim Road famous auspicious day. Lived there all travelers from afar, the atmosphere and feel is very nice and the air redolent with the atmosphere of a ready, people had no reason addition of a passion. Most of the young backpackers living in four rooms of the pass, the door is always open, ready to greet the arrival of like-minded persons, corridors decorated with a long wooden bench, sun, blond girl, or wearing a cap of the big boys on the idly sat reading, or do not do anything, lie down and sleep a good feel.
Into the compound of the aisles, covered with wind blowing the whole blackboard paper rustling sound, like the call from jis voice, that voice brings courage and inspiring, so that you deeply feel not alone.
Pieces of paper written in all the news collected companion, there is the Everest base camp, and to Nyingchi, and to Ali, and even go to Nepal, and some even print the photo. They have their different color, come from different countries, but all have the same aspirations and friendly smile. The middle of a modest office, I saw a missing person notices, is a boy to find his missing friend in the Shigatse area, but also translated into English and Japanese. "We miss you." This is a simple and soulful, stimulated my nerves. He was to find it? Where is he? I was standing in the wind In the hallway, stared for a stranger.
Moved into the south tower of the auspicious days the most expensive double room, because with a toilet. The rooms are very nice, the walls around clusters of hand-painted with a colorful pattern designs, even the ceiling also has, like a huge tent. My bed in the window, opened the golden thin curtain, you can see the distant blue sky, white clouds and Castle Peak. Nearby there is a path, on both sides of all roof and courtyard, Tibetan's windowsill above, have placed the flowers in full bloom, in the bright sunlight, it was stunning color makes heartbeat. Room cabinets and mirrors, also painted a detailed pattern, the traditional Tibetan people's style, and simple warmth. Snow-white sheets and bedding, for I am so lazy people, it is really a priceless pleasure. Finally able to comfortably spend the night, my heart thus elatedly of. Sure enough, sleeping soft pillows, listening to the rain outside the window and the distant Lili bark, good America.
Wake up the next morning, when suddenly a woman wearing Tibetan clothes standing on the bed, startled me. Was originally the south wing of attendants, we did not see her knock on the door should be, opened directly open the door for a bottle. That night, she will be put installed in the yard of the dirty clothes bag taken away, and then a mystery look. She Xiangmaoyiyang the second floor of the corridor in the long walking, hair length and around his waist, and compiled a lot of Mahua Bian child in his eyes, was so devout, his mouth constantly talk over something that I do not understand Tibetan language. So I told her smile, her back to me a vague smile, then quietly walked away, slightly crouching with her thin body with hard to dry her hands live. Somehow, she seemed always full of thoughts.
Happily, Lin appeared in the afternoon sunshine. He was a handsome appearance, very good condition, and wearing a white T-shirts and photo vest, tan skin, red. He said that day a storm in the Nam Co, and his tent all wet, and down clothing, sleeping bags, cameras, shoes are all wet, and he is a man soaked in the deep water a few centimeters off the night, when the the situation can be imagined. It rains down the night, until 9:00 the next day, he had to leave. Carrying heavy luggage, a man walked more than three hours of the mountain, very clever to come across a Toyota car, is just back to Lhasa. Lin praised the drivers who had good intentions, but also, and the car have become friends. Coincidentally, he was admitted to the auspicious day after coming back, but next to a doctor in Gan! See he was very happy to see the long-lost friend of mine, my heart has also put down a boulder.
That episode is on the lam, it will certainly be a memorable story, and one experience, only he knows.
Green sea brilliant rainbow
Weather: fog, sunny, rain
Early in the morning yesterday, was Hanxing, they set off again non-stop. Sometimes I do not want to mix them together, maybe met who have always been a mistake? Marching style is not for me to travel and San Man's character such a person, I would prefer to own quiet in this beautiful city where he will stay, stroll beautiful monasteries, forget all the deep imprint in the eye , let the pure blue sky shining on the heart.
The car sat for a whole day, good pain. 81 the evening came to town, because it is a city in Guangdong aid to Tibet, and so it is very decadent feeling, roads and houses are built very wide style. We stayed in hotel the following, the song sounds ok karaoke night. Hotels do not even have running water are not, we could not even brush teeth had not slept.
Fortunately, however, is that today's picture brought me surprises. Facing the 6 o'clock raw cold wind, we have to climb along the mountain, along the way fog shrouded, Yunshanwuzhao. Hazy in the pine and cypress trees upright to see legislation in the mountains along the way there Bai Liangliang the spring poured down. Yellow, purple, white and other kinds of small wild flowers, hill and dale to open, morning dew Dianran them too wet, everything is very moist, very fresh, so that the original dry air becomes comfortable together, one does not conscious thought to the Jiuzhaigou it. Tibet's magical, is that no matter which direction you into the East and West, will see the different scenery.
Cattle and sheep flocks appeared in the mist-shrouded slopes. Yak-minded, quietly on one side and a contemplative look, like the mysterious sage; sheep breeds are varied, each section of the road up, there will be a different coat, some like girls, there are image of lady. They are so hairy, chubby, cute, and yet so comfortable, I really envy people. Maybe in the afterlife, do so a free cruise in the mountains of the cattle and sheep, in which the foot casually lay down the slope in which to eat casually graze, roam in the mountains, the freehand to live.
Greeting the hazy moisture, storm meaning all evaporated. In the spring side of a Bobo pictures, accompanied by Zhanjiang in Guangdong said there seemed to Dinghu. Also, the so Aura's landscapes are so vast green sea, How could imagine in the west! It was also laundry in a small river, horse shaking his tail in a shallow marsh grass side of drinking water, the multicolored bushes scattered in the middle of quicksand. No wonder people say Nyingchi is Tibet's Jiangnan. Came here, even the dry lips are completely disappeared.
When down through a small village called Zerbe really like a paradise. Cao Shu with a pair of bits and pieces a few rough wooden house, next to the yellow chrysanthemum Youcheng films, as well as glowing red of the grass and the sweet flowing everywhere Oasis. If I can be in such of the scenery and seclusion, it must be a very happy thing. Mother Nature has really fascinated me!
The way the car speeding on winding mountain roads, countless beautiful scenery along the way, let us tired and forgotten. Uncle Tibetan drivers like the iron man, we have maintained the same posture straight 4,5 hours to drive non-stop, but can not eat or drink. We all admire him, and he is a particularly amiable person, weather-beaten face wearing modest smile. Although he is reticent, but we are like him.
Dusk is the most memorable. 17:00 over the next a sort of a small rain cloud the horizon, a strong start. Not half an hour the rain stopped, the light becomes beautiful, the kind of sunset when the warm soft feel. Get off my girl flat, went to a small river under the photograph of Castle Peak, one turned around and saw a rainbow, hanging in there, very quiet, elegant and romantic. That storm is the moment, the air was also filled with the humid mist. Started just a half-angle, and later turned into a full arch, more spectacular is that on it soon reappeared one, they are the splendor of sunset in each other, they broke the seven kinds of color see the United States had no unparalleled. We all could not help but jump for joy joy.
It is also very beautiful unnamed stream, was the sky blue eyes shine into the flash, transparent, solidification, like precious stones, like the two sides accompanied by a brilliant and bright grass. A long road lined on both sides of the shrubs, silver branches and the surrounding landscape, together with staggered forward to winter and summer color, it is amazing.
Sunset in the Lhasa River, a quiet shaking of golden light, dazzling light and sometimes I could not open the eyes. The way of cattle and sheep flocks across the road, as if with our peers, and the steady stream of cars along with a golden shine, the kind of peaceful atmosphere, really home feeling, so that the warm heart. Suddenly, I think that this piece of land is one of the reasons so many fascinating, right?
Walking in the holy city look at the scenery
Weather: sunny, occasional rain
Spent two days in Lhasa, and very comfortable, very relaxed and very happy. Difference here, two hours later than we are there, people are starting to go to work until 9:30, although the strong sunlight, but only after the 9,10 point out a significant difference in temperature.
Lhasa under the sun, high winds and cloud width, sky blue Qishuang. People are happily in the street came up OK, with not scattered look. After shaking hands round of the monks, Ying-face was very red robe, the blooming and the sun the same smile.
Daylight in the city of all, everywhere was spotless appearance was shining, light Liang-liang, the shining eyes. So soon as the skin on health like locals but also from the city did not like in order to Hua Liaozhuang out - these days I'm very natural and this I what what kind of respect, walking in the streets, and a brilliant blend of light, bright and not a little ill at ease, relax to the extreme.
Rickshaws are everywhere in Beijing, the swagger and off the road, the price should bias. Cyclists who whistled, brass-colored jingle Oreocharis swing forward, the way fairy tales in general passing roadside shops in Wenzhou. Wenzhou shop is small, but all of my beloved morning breakfast - tea, eggs and rice porridge fried fritters. Loving husband and wife and gas to usher in, it looks like to see the family returned from some other place, and holding a bowl of steaming hot rice porridge, Wenzhou, speaking in soft tones, said: "Do you want to pickle something?"
After decorating the brilliant Asian hostel, not far from the night market is open to young road by now. Youth Road, Lane was a small coffee house on the terrace, bright cosmos indiscriminately open, red and yellow curtains children, the Tibetan flavor of a small house, color, nice wall, as our background. Released into the atmosphere to eat lightly butter-flavored ice cream, and the rooftops opposite the bird dog exposed to the sun, like the body spread out and enjoy the thin but the light air.
Jokhang Temple Square is a good place to spend the whole afternoon. Bajiao Street where people in and out forward, what to wear people have, and the hands are holding their favorite things. Square diagonally opposite the restaurant just has a wider balconies Kyrgyzstan, clean, quiet. To a pot of tea, with a vacuum bottle filled with loud, milk fragrance lovers, and mixed with a little friendly sheep foul smell.
Three individuals to sit down, you can quietly staring the beautiful square of the moment. To see a woman dress, like a Philip Tianshui like comfortable and calm. She wore a clean white shirt, long sleeve, playing outside, no longer be a sky-blue robe, waist tie is also linked blue and white skirt, flashing eyes, turquoise and silver jewelry embellishment around the neck and wrist, and a brilliant smile in full bloom along with the bright sunlight. Her face did not Shi Fen Dai, gave me the strong feeling, I do not know because of her glowing red cheeks, or because her whole body filled with the sparkling blue light of Health. I asked people around him, the Tibetan girls always dress do? Friends say, every time to worship is their holiday, they are happy because of their beliefs. Indeed, in such a blue sky and white clouds below, they are the most beautiful and most happy. Since then, this became my obsession with the color blue.
In many corners of the kite flew up into the sky, faint, though simple, but very comfortable. I sat on the sidelines of the position, staring when they fly high, low, people's mood was no reason to want to fly easily. Others on the side of a no one to chatting, they say what are dispersed in the kite-whipped action inside. I am quietly waiting, waiting for the glorious sunset in the Jokhang Temple charming as the Golden sprinkle, let the sky kite and my hands, can be bathed in such a holy inside.
手抓mutton taste good and the scenery in the eye candy in front of what he ate, will be very satisfied. Into the bright lights in the Barkhor, the fascination was almost unable to leave.
Darkness fell, but not low down people's faces enthusiasm. Temple in front of two large dogs, they are still leisurely lying there, and from the worship of the crowd, half-amused lazy calm eyes.
Ji Ji quite satisfied lanterns light up, light up inside the paintings and photographs. I went into the forest belt of this warm spring-like hut, the door on the wall close to the boss wife story. This is a guy on the Han Chinese woman married to the story of Kham, which must have a lot of the details of moving, we can see that look of happiness boss smile, we can deeply feel.
When the noise under the sun disappeared, we went into "traveler", which is a hidden flavor of a small bar, from a love of Lhasa Sichuanese hands. To the two bottles of beer, along with others in the dim lighting fascinated to look at a Beijing television program, and then recruited a lot of travel books, all about Tibet. Found that there are too many worthwhile places to go, just ten days is not enough to enjoy those beautiful scenery of the. Tibet, the magic of the place, no matter where you go, there will be very different scenery, always walk endless, forever's worth. I was not already as many people as fascinated by where it? Think of two days to go, and lament.
The way back to the hotel, watching the street four square windows leak out of the little lights, I said: "Living here really good ah!"
Half of the crescent moon hanging in the sky, the stars though rare, but very bright.
Last Lhasa River
Weather: sunny, cloudy, rainy night
Today's weather is still good, Lhasa sky, the sun has never been stingy. Thinking about leaving tomorrow, how should not be a waste of time. Good morning to climb high, it's beautiful temple, Potala Palace, across the long glittering lobby, has been reached Jinding. Luxury in a quiet and bright, the Aura at the chic and the mysterious, the jumping with people moving out yellow and red.
Down when the forests in upper plaza us. Learned that he did not get a ticket tomorrow, which means I have to set foot on return alone. The flat is the most happy girl, she had time to stay, ready to go until the Everest base camp Shigatse.
The afternoon, "Traveler" rented a bike and ride along with forest. More and more intense sunlight, but also very exciting and stimulating. To the post office to send away a few knives, and writing Guangzhou home address. Send your own packets, when received will be filled with emotion.
Through the short duo Nathan Road, and soon came to the urban fringe. In fact, Lhasa is not, and it would be more familiar with. Cycling in the beautiful scenery and good relaxed Yehao happy, for keeping us around, a big big duo Duo living clouds kept changing their mischievous expression. Lhasa, across the river to see the small trees and wood heads of state, a house, is entirely a paradise. Unfortunately, we could not find their way to the other side of the road.
In the Sichuan-Tibet Highway Monument next to the green, we have a good lock, jumped over the wall and over the hill like piles of stones on to the riverside. Swift river to flow, issued buzzing sound, as well as whirlpool. Sunshine and carefully sprinkled on the wave pattern on the silver thrown up many beautiful white birds on the crest of frivolity by. Light and shadow across the alienation of the mountain, gracefully stretching forward.
Plunged into the embrace of nature, I appreciate the well-being of the most beautiful life.
Shore parked two abandoned iron ship, deep copper rust in the waves Linlin of floating and sinking, I think it was previously used to transport stone or sand bar. River low shrubs, there is a lot of smooth pebbles, which inspired one of our idea - assemble Mani heap. When they got here the river edge eyes flash, at the foot of this haste of the waves, so I have a feeling of movement.
Lin began to assemble his "Mani pile," said the sincere heart to be able to assemble a very high. I helped him busy for a while and found no easy matter, as long as careful, it will come to naught. Reluctantly had to withdraw in the next to a large flat stone sat down next to a beautiful shrub lobules. Days is very broad, Watermark has been moving to turn on, and the birds playing in front, beside the clear river flowing, such as the laughter all the way as, asking for you can flick to it. Close your eyes, surrounded by lively joy can only hear the sound. Occasionally called upon by the birds a Liangsheng, crisp, sweet to shuttle back and forth a broad landscape, the feeling is very pure.
So lie down, I will certainly sweet to sleep and dream overtaken whipped white birds.
Lin's "mani pile" stacked too grotesque, and the more overlapping the more "sophisticated", or small stones and some bottom loss he can really stack up, stacked up and then down his own people in there, toss a half a day. When I close their eyes meditatively and then opened his eyes, this guy is still in the same posture squatted there, and meticulously continued his "cause", the mouth recited "are confident that can be OK," "we have to be Enough is enough," and so that I can not clear words.
Wonderful warm sunshine to bake the back, in my left upper end, the sky vaguely embedded a half moon and transparent; and in my upper right, but it is magnificent that bright sun. Sun and the moon TONGHUI sky, there is the Lhasa River, there I am.
Can not help but puts on a song to "Abdallah lights shining, I stood Jinding watch with open arms, you can fly, fly back to heaven ... ... I am in Lhasa"
I really do not willing to leave this Lingshan Xiushui ah, really want to stay forever this big rush eastward to the river, this piece of flat stone, so that fine spring is always in front of ears never stop, it was always close to flocks of sheep and cattle lovely surrounded by a lifetime with them as partners.
Dusk, a large cloud from the horizon, hit, block the sun. Lin's three bizarre, "Mani heap" eventually did not succeed in puzzle together, but unfortunately time is limited, to give up. Later, I heard him say he was gone the next day to return there, but his "masterpiece" has been packed, and even a shadow had not left.
Tomorrow, when the sun west of the most heroic, once again piles on the Lhasa River, I had to leave this attachment, and I indulged in place. People are not like something, always infinitely regret. This is your passing, missed the place, because of distance, and appears valuable. But people always want to go back to reality, and always want to see many, many more make you tired and helpless things. Why? God provides for mixed you have to do? Have no choice! My fragile in the tortured me, my mind's memory, like playback of movies, each scene will be a permanent deep freeze-frame in mind. How time always goes by, how beautiful of all the total in the past! The road unforgettable journey, let me sad but also happy journey, I do not know when can we continue? I believe I will one day soon again set foot on this beautiful land, back to this one the sky itself, this place has become a dream, I dream of fascinating.
Lhasa River, the last time I look back on it, it is a bit dejected.
Late. Last night, I bed in tears. Nowadays the rain at midnight, just like I did When I first arrived. | | [Published Time :2002-7-4 15:53:52] |   |
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