On May 24th, after two and a half hours' flight, I finally came to my dream Tibet. Tibet is not only the magnificent Potala Palace to me; The magnificent and shocking scenery is the mysterious and swaying Tibetan culture, the supreme belief of Tibetans, and their spiritual world as pure as a mirror.
? When I moved to Lhasa, the wind was blowing hard and the wind and rain hit my face with fine sand. My friends and I were sitting on the human tricycles, shuttling through the traffic. With every sudden braking by the pedaling master, we are all shaking our heads …
I arrived at the hotel smoothly and settled down, so I couldn't wait to start my trip to Tibet. ...
? The first meal in Lhasa was a Nepalese meal with friends. I didn't care about the suggestion that Lhasa should not drink alcohol on the first day. The memory of Lhasa beer is very light, without ice, but very refreshing …
After a full meal, I walked around Jokhang Temple, followed the usual flow of people, and turned around and around. I really saw the kowtow for the first time, and I couldn't calm down for a long time. That is the so-called belief, a deep-rooted persistence, rain or shine, not afraid of secular vision.
There are elderly grandmothers, little boys and mothers with young children in the kowtowing team. They are so special and ordinary in a hurry, and their faces are full of peace. In the bustling crowd, they quietly and seriously completed their every bow. ...
In the rush of people, I seem to have lost my way, but I have never been awake. At night, the street lamps in Barkhor Street are beautiful, and everything seems unreal in the place I yearn for most.
The night is getting deeper and deeper, and there are fewer and fewer pedestrians in the street. I am tired of shopping. I sat in front of a closed shop, Lhasa, and I really came. ...
The grandeur of Potala Palace is definitely the strongest sensory impact when actually seen. Such a magnificent, colorful and unique palace has different beauty from every angle.
This palace is dedicated to the Panchen Lama, Buddha statue and Thangka ... which makes people feel a strong historical and cultural atmosphere. Visiting the palace is like walking into the long river of history, going back in time and touching the wall, as if hearing the sound of reincarnation.
The white-haired, hunchbacked Tibetan grandmother hobbled up to the top of Potala Palace with her butter on her back, adding oil to the butter lamps in front of each Buddha statue. The sun shines through her side face, and her dark skin and face engraved with years are kind and pious. I watched her lose her mind and the years were quiet, but that's all.
Namco, the most beautiful holy lake on the plateau. It was a tear from heaven, so beautiful that people were in a trance. It was already night when I drove to Namco. The car is driving on the endless highway and the sun is about to set in the west. At the end of Namco, golden light covered the whole lake, and the blue lake merged with the golden afterglow of the sun, outlining a magnificent and feminine atmosphere. When we arrived at the lake, the sky was gray, the sun had already disappeared, and there was a faint mist over Namco, filled with fairy air, revealing a dignified atmosphere.
The beauty of Namco is majestic and ethereal, revealing a little fierceness. On the distant mountain, the prayer flags fluttered with the wind. As soon as I closed my eyes, the world was boundless, and I was getting smaller and smaller, disappearing into the boundless mist ... When I got up at night to look at the starry sky, I found that it was snowing heavily, and I could even see the petals of every snowflake. At this time, Namtso was like a still oil painting, standing by the lake, and my friends and I were silent.
Yanghu Lake is a jewel left by heaven. It wraps around the mountains like a sapphire ribbon. Compared with Namco, there is a kind of softness. Winding among the mountains, it quietly shows its beautiful feminine taste. It was snowing heavily when we arrived at Yanghu. Unlike the snow in Namco, it is a small particle like hail. Fine and dense snow beads fell on my red headscarf, standing on the top of the mountain overlooking, Yanghu hit the softest place in my heart. ...
Separated from my friends, I started a completely strange trip to Linzhi. Walking into Linzhi is like coming to Jiangnan. The scenery is beautiful and the altitude has dropped a lot. For me, it's like going back to Yunnan. Passing through Milla Pass, it is still snowing heavily. I like countless prayer flags on the mountain pass. When I approached it, the Buddhist world was quiet. There are only white snow and colorful prayer flags left in the world, standing underground, full of the sound of the wind blowing through the prayer flags.
This scene existed in my dream at the end of my trip for a whole month. Blue sky and white clouds, green mountains and green waters, Basongcuo is a distinct beauty. Walking on the observation deck, the snow-capped mountains in the distance reflect the blue lake, and the breeze blows gently. At this moment, the air is sweet
Although it was a strange journey, I met interesting people and interesting souls. The night in Linzhi is beautiful, and the beer in Linzhi is delicious. We will never forget it. We sat in a small shop in Linzhi, eating barbecue and drinking beer, talking about all the wonderful, frustrated, troubled, helpless, missed, regretted and unknown things in life. Raise a glass and drink, to all fate and like-mindedness. Tears filled my eyes to meet the interesting soul.
It is said that only kind people can see the whole picture of Nanga Bawa Peak. Good thing we saw it.
The driver was so excited that he forgot to open the door, got off the bus and took pictures, leaving us alone in the car in a flurry. You can see the towering peaks, and the clouds are at the summit, just like stillness. On the observation deck of Mount Sejila, everyone cheered for the panoramic view of Nange Baba. It is snow-covered, like a jagged white tower with a spire, standing quietly in the distance, breathtaking and solemn.
Lhasa has entered the rainy season, with rolling thunder and torrential rain. The pouring rain came and went in a hurry. Then the sun shines quietly on the earth, and I am about to leave Lhasa and walk on Barkhor Street again. I am familiar with a lot. On the benches around the street, there are Tibetan grandmothers and grandfathers basking in the sun. They hold prayer wheels, sway leisurely, talk quietly or close their eyes. I saw an empty seat, so I went over. A Tibetan father watched me walk past, shifted his position and pointed with mirth. Pointing to the Tibetan language I didn't understand, I smiled, folded my hands and gently said "Tashildler" to him.
The warm sunshine shines on the face, gentle and bright, looking at the pedestrians coming and going in the street, as if catching a banquet that will never come. Sitting like this all day is happy, comfortable and leisure. Make a wish at Jokhang Temple and fulfill your last wish.
For more than a month after my trip to Tibet, I often dreamed that I was still in Lhasa. In that snowy mountain pass, the boundless expanse fluttered, and I stood under the prayer flags, standing alone quietly ... from then on, I knew that Tibet would become an addiction I couldn't quit. I want to go when I am happy, but I want to go when I am miserable. Everyone has an inch of pure land in his heart, so that his heart can have a place to rest. My pure land is Tibet.
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