On May 24, after a two-and-a-half-hour flight, we finally arrived in the dreamy Tibet. Tibet to me is not only the majestic Potala Palace; the magnificent and shocking scenery, but also the mysterious and whirling Tibetan culture, the supreme belief of the Tibetan people, and their pure, mirror-like spiritual world.
? As we drove to Lhasa City, there was a strong wind, and wind and rain mixed with fine grains of sand hit our faces. My friend and I sat on a human-powered tricycle, weaving in and out of the traffic, pedaling along. Every time the master brakes suddenly, he leans back and forth and is thrilling...
After arriving at the hotel smoothly, settling in, he can’t wait to start his trip to Tibet...
The first meal in Lhasa is I ate a Nepalese meal with my friends, completely ignoring the advice not to drink on the first day in Lhasa. The memory I had of Lhasa beer was that it tasted very light, without ice, but it was very refreshing... After a full meal, we were around the Jokhang Temple. Walking, following the flow of people moving forward in unison, going round and round, for the first time I really saw people kowtow, and I couldn't calm down for a long time. That thing called faith is the firm persistence deep in the heart. Rain or shine, not afraid of the world's eyes. Among the kowtowing team were elderly grannies, young men, and mothers with their young children. They were so special yet so ordinary among the hurried crowd. Their faces were filled with calmness. In the bustling crowd, they quietly and conscientiously completed each kneeling... In the hurried crowd, I seemed to be lost but I had never been sober. The street lights of Barkhor Street at night were beautiful, and I felt the deepest in my heart. Where there is longing, everything seems less real.
The night is getting darker, and there are fewer and fewer people on the street. I am tired of shopping, and I sit in front of a closed shop. Lhasa, I am really here...
The majesty of the Potala Palace is definitely the strongest sensory impact when seen in real life. Such a majestic, colorful and unique palace has different beauty from every angle.
The palace enshrines the statue of the eminent monk Panchen Lama, Buddha statues, and thangkas... which makes people deeply feel the strong atmosphere of history and culture. When visiting the palace, it is like walking into the long river of history and going back in time. Touching the wall, I seemed to hear the sound of reincarnation. An elderly Tibetan woman with white hair, hunched back, carrying her own butter, climbed to the top of the Potala Palace step by step, and refilled the butter lamps in front of each Buddha statue. The sunlight filtered through Her side face, dark skin, and face carved by time are full of kindness and piety. I looked at my grandma in a trance. The years have been quiet, but that's all. Namtso, the most beautiful plateau holy lake. It is the tears of God, so beautiful that it makes people feel trance-like. It was already evening when we drove to Namtso. The car was driving on the endless highway, and the sun was about to set. At the end of Namtso, golden light covered the entire lake. The blue lake surface blended with the golden afterglow of the sun, outlining the majestic and soft scenery. Atmospheric sight. When we arrived at the lake, the sky was gray, the sun had long disappeared, and the sky above Namtso was filled with a light mist, lingering in the fairy air, and revealing a majestic atmosphere. The beauty of Namtso is majestic and ethereal, revealing a hint of sharpness. The prayer flags on the distant mountains were fluttering in the wind, making a snapping sound. Close your eyes, the world is vast, and the surroundings are vast. You are getting smaller and smaller and disappearing into the boundless mist... When you get up to look at the stars at night, you find that it is falling. It was snowing heavily, and big snowflakes were falling down. You could even see the petals of each snowflake clearly. At this time, Namtso looked like a still oil painting. Standing by the lake, my friend and I were silent. Just staying there quietly, this kind of scene should be even better than the starry sky. Yanghu Lake is a gem left by heaven on earth. It is like a sapphire blue ribbon wrapped around the mountains. Compared with Namtso, it has a softer beauty. Meandering among the mountains, it quietly displays its beauty and softness. It was also snowing heavily when we arrived at Yanghu. Different from the snow in Namtso, it is small particles like hail. Thin and dense snow beads fell on my red scarf. Standing on the top of the mountain and looking down, Yanghu Lake hit the softest place in my heart... and The friends separated and embarked on a trip to Linzhi, a completely unfamiliar place. Entering Linzhi is like coming to the south of the Yangtze River, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and the altitude has dropped a lot. For me, it feels like returning to Yunnan. Passing through the Mira Pass, it was still snowing heavily. I loved the numerous prayer flags on the pass. When I approached it, it felt as if the world had become quiet. Only the white snow and colorful prayer flags were left in the vast world. , standing under the prayer flags, filled with the sound of the wind blowing through the prayer flags. This scene existed in my dream for a whole month at the end of my trip. Blue sky and white clouds, green mountains and green waters, Basongcuo is a layered beauty. Walking on the viewing platform, the snow-capped mountains in the distance reflect the blue lake water, and the gentle breeze blows in. At this moment, the air is sweet. Although it was a strange journey, I got to know interesting people and interesting souls.
The night in Linzhi is wonderful, and the beer in Linzhi is delicious. I will never forget that we sat in a small shop in Linzhi, eating barbecue, drinking beer, and chatting about the good things, frustrations, and worries in life. , helpless, missed, regretful, unknown everything. Raise a glass and drink to all the fate and like-mindedness. Tears in my eyes for meeting interesting souls. I heard that only kind people can see the full view of Namjagbarwa Peak. Fortunately, we saw it. The driver was so excited that he forgot to open the door and got out of the car and ran to take pictures, leaving us panicking in the car. The majestic peaks are on full display, and the clouds are on the top of the peaks, as if they are still. On the observation deck of Sejila Mountain, everyone cheers for being able to see the full view of Namjagbarwa Peak, covered with snow. , like jagged white towers with pointed spires, standing quietly in the distance, so beautiful that it is breathtaking and solemn. Lhasa has entered the rainy season, with thunder rolling and heavy rain pouring down. The pouring rain came and went in a hurry. Then the sun quietly shone on the earth, and I was about to leave Lhasa. I strolled on Barkhor Street again and got to know a lot. On the benches around the street, there were old Tibetan grannies and dads sunbathing. They were holding prayer wheels. They were swaying leisurely, talking, or closing their eyes in peace. I saw an empty seat, so I walked over. A Tibetan father saw me walking over, moved his seat, pointed with a smile, and spoke in Tibetan that I didn’t understand. I smiled, put my hands together, and said to him Say "Tashi Delek" softly. The warm sunshine shines on the face, gentle and bright, and looking at the pedestrians coming and going on the street, it seems as if they are rushing to a banquet that will never arrive. Just sitting like this all day long is blissful, comfortable and leisurely. 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, on that snow-capped mountain pass, in the endless vastness, with prayer flags fluttering, and I stood under the prayer flags, quietly alone. Standing on the ground... From then on, I knew that Tibet would become an addiction that I couldn't quit. I would go if I was happy, I would go if I was miserable, and I would go if I had no emotions. I like the feeling of being plain, soft, and happy-go-lucky. Everyone has an inch of pure land in his heart, so that his heart can have a safe place, and this piece of pure land for me is Tibet.
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