The next morning, we boarded a passenger plane bound for Tibet.[`Novel`]
The plane passed through layers of white clouds and flew smoothly above the thick clouds.
She is beside me, her head is on my shoulder, she is so gentle at this moment.
This morning, when I opened my eyes and saw her angry eyes, I almost had the urge to jump off the building.[
I didn't dare to look at her, "I'm sorry, Tong Yao. I couldn't control myself last night...I'll accept whatever punishment you want."
She started to cry, "Feng Xiao, I never imagined that something like this would really happen to us. I, I don't blame you, I drank too much yesterday."
I couldn't believe my ears at the time.
She continued: "But I still hate you. Since you know that I am drunk, and since you know that I regard you as Fang Qiang, why don't you stop me? Feng Xiao, I trust you so much."
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I was even more ashamed, "I'm sorry..."
She looked at me with red eyes and said, "Let's go to the airport."
To be honest, until this moment I still don't understand why she wanted to forgive me.
The plane was already over the Tanggula Mountains. There was no green in front of me, and there was a vast expanse of snow. I truly felt that the country was so beautiful that heroes would bow to it. Who could bear to let such a country be trampled on? It was so dazzling.
The white color is so white that there is no impurity. The clouds are white, the mountains are white, the sunshine is also white, and only the blue Brahmaputra River flows slowly. Only then can I feel that the most tolerant thing is white, which can accommodate the whole world. The most
Hypocrisy is also white, it can cover up all truth. The white color makes my eyes hurt.
I admired the snowy scenery outside, and my whole soul was undergoing this baptism.
The plane landed at Lhasa Airport, and then we took a taxi to Lhasa city.
The car was driving on the road, and the rows of sand poplars on both sides were receding. None of the leaves of the sand poplars were drooping, they were all pointing upward. I saw the water in Tibet, and the beautiful Lhasa River was right in front of me. It was so quiet and clear.
.Blue, so blue that it is so transparent. The pebbles on the bottom of the river are clearly visible, and the Tibetan fish restaurant floats to the surface, full of aura and emotion. Take a handful of the river water, and it is so cool that it penetrates your heart. This is holy Tibet! Tibet,
Let your soul fly, I feel your purity and mystery, and walk into you. Will I be reborn in your holy embrace?
"Tong Yao..." This was the first thing I said to her since we got on the plane. But she always just leaned on my shoulder. She never said a word.
She finally spoke, "Feng Xiao, you are the first man in my life..."
At this moment, I seemed to truly understand why she forgave me. I was immediately overjoyed.
We finally arrived at this oldest and most holy land. I wanted to let my soul undergo a baptism, and let those sinful emotions be forever sealed in the depths of the snowy mountains. However, the snowy plateau gave me another experience.
The shock to my soul forced me to use my truest soul to pay homage to the true love.
Tibet in front of us is in the middle of a cold winter. We put on thick down jackets and still feel very cold. Our eyes are surrounded by thick snowy mountains. On the vast snowy mountains, we can vaguely see steep and straight stone roads, which are for spiritual practice.
Human ethics.
In Tibet, coldness and mystery coexist. Looking around, you can see the holy snow-capped mountains. These snow-capped mountains cover many devout practitioners who have endured hardships and trekked.
We checked into one of the best hotels in Lhasa. This time, I didn’t ask her and just booked a room directly.
After entering the room, I immediately felt the awkwardness between us. She didn't speak, but I felt at a loss.[
Later she took the initiative. She came over and took my arm, "Feng Xiao, let's go to the Potala Palace."
When I went out, there was a light rain in the sky, which suddenly made me feel a touch of sadness. Fortunately, her hand was in my arm, and the warmth she gave me diluted the sadness in my heart.
I saw the Potala Palace, which I had long admired. She towered in front of me, showing her majesty and holiness. The ancient walls in three colors of red, white and yellow were simple and profound, with the aura of age. I seemed to smell thousands of
The smell of butter tea and milk wine makes us feel like we are watching Princess Wencheng and Songtsen Gampo walking leisurely towards us.
The fluttering prayer flags tell a soul-stirring love story that has lasted for thousands of years. The red wall symbolizes prestige and power, the white wall symbolizes peace and health, and the yellow portends poignant love.
Walking up the steps of the Potala Palace, the reflection of the Potala Palace is reflected in the Dragon King Pond. I have heard the story of the Sixth Dalai Lama and his lover. At this moment, his and her figures seem to be in the water.
Faintly visible.
I immediately felt it: they gave the aura of the lake to the men and women in the past, encouraging people to pursue the pure and heart-to-heart love. Real love is the combination of soul and body. They hope that people can enjoy the pleasure of the body brought by lust in the yellow color.
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Walking into the Potala Palace, in front of the main entrance, looking at the hanging rod of authority, the different door knockers, and the splendid walls, I felt what wealth is. The respect and admiration derived from the depths of my soul stopped me in my tracks. The bright colors
The thangkas told me the history of La Palace, and the stories of thousands of years were told to me. Here, I knelt down willingly. I felt that I walked out of here thousands of years ago and never returned.
Children of the road.
I am one of those who lived there thousands of years ago, and I am just an ordinary person.
The hada floating in front of us must be the guidance of the gods. We finally found our home and finally stopped in front of a Thousand-Armed Guanyin.
I looked at her carefully. She was kind, gentle, and powerful. She might be my clan mother thousands of years ago. I suddenly burst into tears. I didn’t know how to end these tears. They were surging and unstoppable. My tears
It is no longer dry, it has obviously soaked my clothes and the white khata on my chest. I want to spread out the thirty years in front of God and cleanse my sinful soul. I want to God
He said, I have walked a lot, climbed many mountains, and brought my woman to you. It is impossible for you not to recognize me. I am the one you let go of by your intention many years ago.
My child. I live to this day just for this day, to be able to recognize you, to be able to come in front of you, and say to you, I am your child. Forgive me for the mistakes I have made, and forgive me for being naive.
Reckless, and all that was just for my heart. At that moment, I knelt on the ground and bowed to the ground. I was very low, and I smelled the fragrance of the earth while kneeling. I was willing to take a deep breath and inhale
The more dust scattered on the ground allows me to put the spirit into my mind. The Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara suddenly seemed far away, as if it was at the edge of the horizon. I lowered my head, willing to be enveloped by her gaze for the rest of my life.
Really, at this moment, I realized that I was no longer myself.
Tong Yao gently helped me up. She did not dare to speak in front of the gods.
I hung down, like a rose tamed by God in front of him. I was weak, and Tong Yao grabbed my hand tightly, trying to catch my repentant soul. But Tong Yao, it's useless, I have already repented.
I will spend the rest of my life suffering to redeem my sins. In front of each Buddha, I bow my head and worship deeply. I collect all the coins I have and donate charity in front of each Buddha.
In front of the piles of various banknotes, there is no sense of money. Dollars, pounds, euros... Various banknotes are piled there and guarded, but no one has any selfish intention to take away a penny. There are as many banknotes as there are piled up.
A pious and atoning soul.
Walking in the square of the Potala Palace, groups of good men passed by me waving scriptures. They would not notice the sad man in front of them. In their hearts, there was only the Lord Buddha. Every time the scriptures were turned around,
They took one step closer to the Buddha. They chanted sutras, raised their hands, moved them to their chests, then fell to the ground, then crawled on the ground with their whole bodies, and then stood up. They repeated this action countless times, every time
All shocked the hearts of onlookers.
Tong Yao keeps coming to see me. Can she read my soul from my eyes?
Really, from the moment we entered the Potala Palace, my thoughts began to be in a state of dissociation and wandering. In front of the Bodhisattva, only sin remained in my consciousness.
Tong Yao has become different from before. She has been following me silently. She rarely speaks. She even doesn't hold my arm again. Moreover, she is always a little far away from me.
I regretted going to Tibet. In the Potala Palace, in front of the gods, I felt my humbleness for the first time, and for the first time I began to truly repent of myself.
I don't know why this is, I can only attribute this incredible feeling to the power of the gods.
After coming out of the Potala Palace, Tong Yao said to me softly, "Feng Xiao, I think I was wrong. We were all wrong."
I seemed to understand what she meant, but I didn't seem to understand. But one thing I knew was that in this plateau full of Bodhisattvas, there seemed to be a mysterious power everywhere. And this power made people
People have to face themselves again.
Tong Yao said she was wrong and we were all wrong. Did she want to tell me that we shouldn't be together? [
I looked at her and moved my mouth but finally didn't ask because I was very afraid that she would tell me such an answer.
She didn't hold my arm again.
However, I still asked her: "Where are we going now?"
She said: "Jokhang Temple."
I found that after we came out of the Potala Palace, we all became less talkative, and there seemed to be something dull between us isolating us.
When the sun sets and the golden dome of the Jokhang Temple is filled with golden light, thousands of Tibetans flock to Bajiao Street for evening Buddhist prayer activities. Many good men and women worship in front of the Jokhang Temple on the smooth and shiny stone ground.
Casting long shadows, we also walked among the crowds at Jokhang Temple.
Bajiao Street is ancient and mysterious.
Bajiao Street is wide and flat, with Tibetan houses on both sides of different heights, making it look particularly quaint. There are no high-rise buildings, shops, or theaters on the street. However, local Tibetans attach great importance to this pure land. Every day, people flock to Bajiao Street from all directions. They gather into a colorful flow of people. Lhasa Tibetans walk around the Jokhang Temple three times along the Bajiao Street almost every day. This kind of Buddhist activity is called "circling the street". Pilgrims who come to Lhasa from afar must also participate in the "circling the street" activity. , many people also kowtow along the street. Looking at their piety, no one doubts that the winding and uneven stone road has left the footprints of Princess Wencheng, as well as the footprints of successive central governments since the Tang Dynasty. The official's footprints, sweat and heavy footsteps together made the stone slabs laid a long, long time brighter.
Walking into the Jokhang Temple, you can feel the polished stone slabs and the ancient pillars with red and black colors. You can feel the solemnity and solemnity, mystery and aura. The monks meditate quietly.
In a place like this, I began to look at myself. This was an extremely natural process, as if guided by the Buddha. (.om pure text)
My previous life and my next life are so completely different in my imagination, but they still have one thing in common, that is, absolute beauty and purity. In this life, on the one hand, I always remind myself to be realistic and calm, but on the other hand, I Subconsciously insisting on the beauty and purity of my previous life, I was destined to live in these two sharp contradictions. I was always at a loss. The only thing I could do and want to do most was to escape.
I followed the example of Tibetan women and knelt down to my length, and my tears couldn't stop flowing down my face. The same thing happened to Tong Yao next to me.
How I want to know, what is the reason for this life? I fell in love with Tong Yao, what a wonderful experience, I think, there is no love in this world for a reason. But, Tong Yao, she loves Did you fall in love with me? All this made me full of doubts about myself.
We went to eat Tibetan food in the evening. To be honest, I was a little uncomfortable with the taste here, because every dish had the smell of plateau yak.
"Do you want to drink?" I asked Tong Yao, who had been silent.
She shook her head, "Feng Xiao, I'm in a bad mood."
I couldn't help but ask: "Why?"
She said: "We shouldn't be together, and I shouldn't ask you to accompany me. We shouldn't have that kind of relationship, because you are not the lover I imagined in my heart. I shouldn't be the kind of woman you need in your heart." .”
My heart suddenly became sad, and at the same time I felt a sense of sadness, "Why?"
She said quietly: "Today in the Potala Palace and the Jokhang Temple, I asked the Bodhisattva there this question again and again. Later I understood that it was actually the Bodhisattva who guided us to come here. He was the one who asked us to come here. Re-examine myself. I was wrong. Feng Xiao, do you know? I made myself drunk on purpose last night. On the one hand, I wanted to get drunk because I was in a bad mood. But on the other hand, I had to get drunk because I missed myself so much. Is it suitable for you? But now I suddenly understand that it is not a kind of love from the heart, but that I am forcing myself. Feng Xiao, I'm sorry, I can't forget him, I can't forget Fang Qiang."
I was even more sad, but unwilling to give up completely. My voice began to choke, "Tong Yao, we have already done that, and I am responsible for you. Didn't you say that? I am your first man. Tong Yao, Please promise me and let me be with you."
She doesn't speak.
I seemed to feel a hope, so I hurriedly continued: "Tong Yao, now I realize that I really like you, I really like you from the bottom of my heart."
She looked at me, "Just like? Not love?"
I was startled for a moment, then smiled bitterly, "It's love. But, do people like me still have the right to say this word?"
She started to cry. In the past few days, I found that she especially likes to cry. Now I discovered that she is also a real woman, she has her weak side. She said: "Feng Xiao, what I need is someone who is devoted to me."
The man who loves me, but you are not."
I hurriedly said: "Yes, I will definitely make myself do it. Tong Yao, I have done many wrong things in the past. I hope you can forgive me. From now on, I will never be the same again. I will definitely do it from now on."
Start loving you with all my heart."
However, I found that when I said the word "love", there were a few goosebumps on my vest. I knew that I seemed to have become too sensitive to this word. So, I had to
Don’t I just think: Am I really not able to love anymore?
Of course she didn't know what was in my heart at the moment. She said: "Feng Xiao, let's do this. Let's feel it again today to see if I can truly accept you. If I can, we will continue. If not, then we will end like this.
Come on. I want to give myself, including you, another chance."
I'm overjoyed.
After finishing the meal, we came out of this well-known local Tibetan restaurant, and her hand finally came to my arm. At this moment, my heart was filled with warmth and new expectations.
I said to her: "Let's walk on the street."
But she shook her head, "No, I feel so cold."
I hurriedly took her body into my arms and wrapped her in my large down jacket. In my arms, her body was a little stiff and she was still shivering.
I went to kiss her face, and her face was also cold.
"Tong Yao..." I called her softly while kissing her face.
Her eyes were closed, and I turned sideways to hold her beautiful face. Her eyes were still closed, and her eyelashes were trembling slightly. My lips came to hers.
Her mouth had opened slightly, my tongue began to enter, the tip of her tongue was trembling slightly, we began to contact and entwine, and her body began to become soft in my arms...
This feels so good. So good.
I have never had such an intoxicating feeling. Is this love?
The winter in Lhasa is actually not as cold as imagined, even at this night. There are many tourists from all over the world who come here in winter, and the streets of Lhasa are full of voices with various accents.
As for Tong Yao and I, we kissed passionately in a corner of this noisy street. This place has become a world for the two of us. I feel so sweet, and this sweetness is so exhausting.
Until I suddenly heard laughter in my ears.
We suddenly separated. No, it was she who opened me suddenly. Her face was flushed and she looked shy. At this moment, she looked really delicate and beautiful.
Her beauty made me feel pity for her, and I immediately put my arms around her waist and said, "Let's go back."
She lowered her head and said nothing, but followed me forward. I waved to a taxi.
The hotel room was very warm and the lighting was mesmerizing. After I entered, I looked at her. Her head was lowered and her face was flushed. I called her passionately, "Tong Yao..."
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She raised her head and said, "Feng Xiao, how are you?"
I reached out and took her into my arms, then kissed her forehead and her eyes. Immediately I felt her eyelids tremble slightly on my lips.
I went to kiss her cheeks, nose, and earlobes. But the moment my lips reached her earlobes, her body suddenly went limp.
My heart started to tremble, then I bent down to pick her up, and then gently put her on the bed.
Last night, we all drank, so we spent the whole process in a frenzy. The whole process came like turbulent waves, went like a storm, and finally came to an abrupt end amidst the howling wind. And now,
We were so sweet and tender, and tender. As I slowly took off her clothes one by one, my lips kept kissing her earlobes and her lips. Her body had already been
She was limp and slowly began to respond to me. When her beautiful and healthy body was displayed in front of me again, my heart trembled again.
"Tong Yao, I want to love you and like you very much." I murmured to her, and my lips immediately went to her long and white neck. Her taste was really special.
I crawled on her crotch, savoring the taste she gave me with pleasure and pleasure. Her body twisted even more, she was already overflowing.
At this moment, I was already excited, and the blood in my body was surging and flowing like a volcano...
Our bodies were completely integrated into one, and every subtle feeling she gave me made me feel intoxicated. I had forgotten all my actions at this moment, and the only joy in my heart was the exhilaration of my soul and body.
Her lips were kissed tightly by me, and our tongues were already entangled together. At this moment, how much I hope that our joy at this moment can last forever!
She began to know how to cooperate with me, and began to cater to me under my body to keep in line with my frequency. At this moment, we reached the peak of the waves together, fell into the trough of the waves together, and fought together in the sea of lust.
, feeling every detail of intoxication together... Until the end, the lava in my blood spurted out of the crater.
She also reached the final peak at the same time, and she snuggled into my arms and began to fall asleep.
Tong Yao, I love you. Really, I really love you... I caressed her hair, and the fragrance of her hair under my nose was so unforgettable.
She woke up, then reached out and pinched my arm hard, "Feng Xiao, if I get pregnant, I will settle the score with you!"
I couldn't help but scream in pain, and then I saw her running from the bed into the bathroom.
Why do you still have such a temper? Looking at her beautiful back, I couldn't help but smile sweetly.
When she came out, she was already wearing pajamas, and she immediately slept on another bed in the room. My heart skipped a beat, "Tong Yao, how did you get there?"
She glared at me and said, "Look at the bed, it's all your dirt!"
I was overjoyed and immediately went to the bathroom to rinse my body. After I came out, I put on my pajamas and lay down next to her. She did not reject me.
At this moment, I feel that my opportunity has come.
I went to rest her head on my arm and kissed her cheek gently, "Tong Yao, let's be together. I will love you well. Really. From now on, I will only belong to you.
.May I?"
But she didn't speak.
I immediately became anxious, "Tong Yao, we have reached this point, why are you still hesitating?"
She said with a faint voice, "Feng Xiao, I find that I still can't fully accept your past. Just now, your movements were so skillful, I can't help but think of the times when you were in bed with other women. Feng Xiao, you
Let me think about it again. Okay?"
I was silent for a moment. I didn’t know what to say at this moment, because my past is a fact that neither she nor I can erase at will.
Now, I regret it very much.
Later, she fell asleep in my arms.
Later, I also fell asleep, with her in my arms.
When I woke up at dawn, she was no longer beside me. She was in another bed. I saw the white sheets on her bed on the floor.
At this moment, I suddenly had a bad premonition.
She woke up and immediately sat on the bedside, "Feng Xiao, I'm not used to sleeping in the same bed as a man. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I saw your face and felt so scary."
I didn't understand what she meant, "I'm not that ugly, am I?"
She smiled and said, "It's not a question of whether I'm ugly or not. It's just that I'm used to sleeping alone. If you fall asleep next to me, I'll wake up easily."
I seemed to understand, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "If female police officers are like you, how will their husbands live?"
Her expression suddenly changed, and I suddenly felt uneasy and apologized to her hastily.
She said: "Forget it. I'm too lazy to care about you. Let's go, let's rent a car and go out for fun today."
The sky in Lhasa is beautiful, as if washed by clear water. In the blue sky, white clouds float one after another. If you stop for a moment, you will find that watching clouds in Lhasa is actually a pleasant thing. The clouds in Lhasa are different from those in the mainland.
The clouds I saw, the clouds here seemed more elegant and light due to the plateau climate.
After breakfast, we went to find a car rental company.
Then we headed towards Ganoderma lucidum. I drove.
Passing through the city of Lhasa, you can see the Lhasa River. Sand, gravel, and small fish can be clearly seen in the river. The river flows slowly, with no rapids or dangerous shoals. When the water meets the pebbles, it forms a small whirlpool and then flows around it.
The stone flowed forward again. The water in Lhasa seemed tender yet tough, holy and mysterious. Before I could recover, there was a patch of new green in front of me. The highland barley had grown two inches tall, with small pieces and small pieces.
Lying on the beach by the river, the poplar tree stood straight up without any sign of drooping, and the new leaves that had just grown were yellow-green. Everything looked so clean, without any dust, and all the worldly filth was in the pure Lhasa.
The river is clean.
She was very excited, "Feng Xiao, let's sing "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau"!"
I was also very happy, so I started singing, and she was laughing next to me. I knew what she was laughing at, because I seemed a little tone deaf when I sang this song.
However, she stopped laughing immediately and sang another song, "Back to Lhasa, back to Potala, saw the Lhasa River, saw the Brahmaputra River"
We were moved and sang with our own melody. We didn’t know what song to sing, but the song that flowed naturally from the urge to sing in our hearts moved both of us.
"Look, the snowy mountains! This is the snowy plateau!" she suddenly shouted happily.
I also saw it, yes, this is the snowy plateau. Above our heads are the blue sky and white clouds. We are close to the sky. There is a holy scene in front of us. Blue sky, white clouds, sunshine, a scene that can only be imagined in poetry. I really
Saw it.
When we got off the car, the snowy wind blew our clothes, we raised our heads, closed our eyes, and held a handful of snow in the palm of our hands. Tibet was in my hands. The prayer flags not far away were stretched into a small mountain, swaying on the top of the mountain.
Entering the Linzhi area. There are no snow-capped mountains here, and there is a virgin forest along the route. Tibet shows another kind of mystery.
Linzhi, located in southern Tibet, is affected by various types of climates such as subtropical and alpine zones. It has abundant vegetation and wild animal resources, and its original natural features are well preserved. When the car is walking in the vast primeval forest, in addition to the lush green plants,
From time to time there are patches of red shrubs. This red color shows different levels.
I have never seen such beautiful trees. There are groups of Tibetan houses in the flat area. These houses with ethnic characteristics are magnificently decorated, and the breeze brings the fragrance of pine and green hills, which once hunted in the night wind.
Colors and handwriting appeared on the prayer flags. Some of the prayer flags had gone through wind and rain and were as thin as cicada wings, but only the black scriptures had not faded away. The surrounding mountains were rugged and shrouded in clouds and mist. This is the most classic scenery in Tibet. The mountains are too high.
, the clouds and fog only reach halfway up the mountain. On an open grassland, there are purple flowers, and a gray-white horse roams among green, red and purple. Wetland swamps, green hills and pine trees all wake up in the breeze. Green hills and trees are in the middle
Brown, looking around, the green and brown broad leaves actually grow on the green pine belt.
It was the first time I breathed the fresh and sweet air, and the first time I saw free animals. The yaks were strolling leisurely on the plateau, lying on the streets carelessly. When the first star began to twinkle in the sky,
The free-range roosters and hens flapped their wings and flew up to the branches.
The mountain breeze and the chirping of birds were ethereal and distant. Tong Yao said: "Listen, that's a wild pheasant, croaking. That's a ground bird, black, round and fat, flying towards the ground."
I asked: "How do you know so much?"
She said: "I have been to Tibet before. But that time I just passed by in a hurry. Over the years, I have been dreaming of coming again." She added, "It is said that there are many birds here in the summer, and there are a large group of them when they come.
.With a casual aim with a bow, you can shoot dozens of birds in a day. But when there are more people, the birds will disappear all of a sudden."
When we got off the bus, we saw the Niyang River. The clear water attracted us to get close to it. Walking in the soft sand of the Niyang River, we watched the smoke from cooking on the other side of the Niyang River, and the green trees on the sandbanks in the river. Not far from the shore
On a small island in the distance, a stove made of iron barrels lies horizontally, with dry firewood burning inside. In front of the shack, a man holds a rice bowl in his hand. On the side of the boat, a woman slaps a fishing net.
Tong Yao said: According to legend, the Niyang River is the sad tears shed by the goddess. This river goes all the way, and this river of tears merges with several streams, winding and ups and downs. Who can express sadness except the goddess?
So vivid?
Along the Niyang River, green flooded the roadside, trickles trickled out of the rock walls, and wild lilies of the valley hung with strings of raindrops. On the road, green trees and prayer flags set up canopies, which made people sigh that Tibetans have put their spiritual
It is so cleverly integrated with nature. The altitude of Linzhi is only more than 2,000 meters. In the lowlands of the plateau, the Niyang River stretches out and flows among thousands of trees at the foot of the snow-capped mountains.
We sat on the rocks in the middle of the river. The moss on the rocks was smooth and delicate. I said, "Tong Yao, this moss is like your skin."
But she suddenly became angry, "Feng Xiao, don't joke with me like a gangster."
I was immediately embarrassed.
We arrived at Bayi Town. Surrounded by mountains, Bayi Town is sparsely populated and sparsely populated, clean and peaceful. The beauty-loving road maintenance workers built small flower beds with small red and yellow wooden blocks, and covered them with thorny shrubs to prevent cattle and sheep from gnawing.
Branches. Most of the pedestrians we met occasionally looked calm and walked calmly. After dinner, we took a walk in Bayi Town. The rivers in the town passed through, the water was gurgling, and the small bridges made of flower rice and stone were exquisite and graceful. It felt like we were in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. We walked together
The two of them walked in silence on the street, without saying anything. This kind of silence needs to be expressed in words. I only felt her body trying to get closer to me.
From Bayi Town, the Niyang River continues to move forward and merges into the Brahmaputra River. At the confluence of the rivers, the river surface suddenly widens and becomes majestic in the sky. It seems calm, but it is like magma that is ready to explode, giving people a sense of calm and unpredictability.
It's so terrifying. Between Milin and Medog, the Yarlung Zangbo River, this polar Milky Way runs around the Namjagbarwa Peak. The peaks turn back and forth, making a huge horseshoe-shaped sharp turn, forming a formation larger than Colorado in North America and Colca in South America.
The Grand Canyon is far more spectacular than the Brahmaputra Grand Canyon.
We stayed here that night, but Tong Yao asked me to rent two rooms.
I looked at her with confusion and anxiety, but she just smiled faintly and said, "I want to be alone for a while."
I don’t know why, but I slept very soundly that night.
We are ready to return to Lhasa.
We entered the primeval forest again to see the waterfall. I marveled at the magic of nature. On the cliffs rising from the ground, the Buddha statues formed by the impact of water were lifelike. The skirts, skirts and the outline of the face were all given by God.
The aura of Tibet. The tree roots lying on the ground were acting strangely. You can imagine animals, birds, insects and fish. I looked carefully at an old tree whose bark had been knocked off by water, revealing a pure white trunk.
Roots in a daze.
On the way back from Nyingchi to Lhasa, we passed by the Niyang River again and followed the Pasangqu, a tributary of the Niyang River, to Cuogao Lake. The lake lay like a crescent moon at the southern foot of Nyenchen Tanglha, and the high mountains
Like a loving brother, he protects this charming lake. Arrays of snow-capped mountains are reflected in the lake. Gulls float and play between the water and the sky. The mountains and rivers are overflowing, reflecting the flying clouds. There is an island in the lake.
It's called Tashi, and it's only a few dozen meters offshore, but pilgrims, monks and nuns all have to travel by boat.
Tsogao Lake is a holy lake. I don’t know why the lakes in Tibet were canonized, but all holy lakes are beautiful. It is said that Namtso and Yamdrok Lake are exceptions. It seems that beauty is the only reason for canonization.
.We got on the raft. The Tibetan raft workers held steel cables and pulled the raft forward slowly in the light emerald color. Before we even set foot on the green island, we heard the crow of chickens. We brushed aside the bamboos in our faces and climbed up the steps.
Facing you is the Cuozong Gongba Temple. The temple was built in the late Tang Dynasty and belongs to the Nyingma Sect.
Cuozong Temple is very simple, with an earth-wood structure and two floors. There is a copper incense burner in front of the temple with wormwood burning on it. A white curtain hangs from the eaves and moves slightly in the wind. Amidst the sound of the Buddha's bell, a gray-white dog ran out and
Under its gaze, we turned the red cowhide prayer tube.
You must take off your shoes when entering the temple, and the wooden floor is glowing with black light. After entering, you must crawl clockwise under the corridor cabinet filled with scriptures. Not only are the temple walls of Tibetan temples extremely thick, but there are few households, it seems that they are deliberately kept dark.
The temples are so solemn and solemn that many temples also paint their walls black. I wonder if the monks and nuns who have lived here for a long time have become accustomed to such darkness, but I can only crawl around in the darkness. The tour guide said that this way I can feel the aura of the book. Tong Yao
Hunched forward and crawling forward, I stretched out my hand to wrap around her waist and grabbed her little hand.
She struggled for a while and then dropped my hand.
In Bahe Town, Tong Yao said she wanted to eat fish. Twenty or so small Niyang River fish cost 800 yuan. But the fish from the snowy plateau did have a natural flavor, and what came to mind when eating fish was
The clear river water. We stayed in an inn in Bahe Town. She still asked for two rooms.
After dinner, I walked out of the inn. It was dark outside, with the occasional light blinking alone.
The nights in Tibet are cold, and the mysterious evening breeze feels like the eternal scriptures. Everything is filled with the aura of Buddha. Suddenly I feel a warmth, Tong Yao, she is standing behind me.
I was overjoyed and hurriedly untied my down jacket to wrap her up. I wrapped her tightly like I was protecting a child. She was pressed against my warm and generous chest, and I heard her whisper to me: "Hold her."
Hold me tight, Feng Xiao, I'm so cold."
She hid in my down jacket, mossing my pure cotton casual T-shirt. She was in my arms, as gentle as a little bird. At this moment, she fully stimulated the potential male hormones in my body, making her
I developed the desire to protect her and love her. I could no longer control myself, and my hug made her full of strength. I picked her up from the waist, but she didn't resist at all.
I almost ran back to the inn with her in my arms, opened the door, and put her on the bed. My eyes were about to burst into flames, and I breathed heavily: "You know, how much I like you and love you! Tong Yao, I
I'm really afraid that you might suddenly change your mind..."
My next words turned into a murmur, and at the same time I gently but impatiently pushed aside her sweater, revealing her naked body in front of him. Her long curly hair was scattered on the bedside, and her little **
Standing gently, her virgin forest was steaming.
"You are so beautiful..." I said and threw myself on her body. I was very strong, but very gentle, and just slowly and slowly entered her body.
She closed her eyes.
I stroked her body forcefully and gently, my hands gently crossed her skin, my lips kissed her virgin forest, and then I stroked her body forcefully and gently. She began to moan happily.
My gentle, thick and powerful mocha excited her, and she moaned and flowed involuntarily.
"Tong Yao, you are so beautiful, I like you so much, I have reached the peak." My murmur was accompanied by rough breathing, accompanied by more powerful impact, and then a drizzle. I bit her delicate and small breasts and caressed her.
He held her hair and held her tightly in his arms.
Early in the morning, when I opened my eyes, the sun had already warmed through the lattice and poured onto the edge of my bed. But she sat next to me and looked at me tenderly. Birds were singing outside. I took the sheep.
Milk, eating butter sticky cake, my heart is very warm, this is the first time she has treated me like this.
We continued our journey, and Tong Yao's eyes were blurry than the white clouds in the sky. When we walked out of the inn, under the blue sky and white clouds, the boss held out a white hada and said goodbye to us. The moment I put on the hada, I felt like a ray of light in this noisy world.
The breeze stirred up waves in my heart last night, and the water of the Niyang River washed away my memory, but the river was still turbulent. A tree as thick as the mouth of a bowl had been beaten to pieces by white waves, and its white head was almost missing.
The skin and flesh felt like her naked body, and Tong Yao also stared at the roots of the tree in trance.
Going up the river, the river water almost submerged the Taizhao Ancient Bridge. Arriving at Mila Pass, the Niyang River suddenly disappeared into the white snow at an altitude of more than 5,000 meters. On the west side of the pass, the vastness was full of winter desolation, and the pass
On the other side, thanks to the water vapor channel of the Baiyar River Canyon, it is full of life.
Five-colored prayer flags float above the white snow, and Mani piles with flowers stand proudly under the blue sky, reminding people once again of the piety of the Tibetan people. On the way back, you can see Kham men worshiping at any time. Their strong bodies are bronzed.
His face was full of devout hope. As they walked towards Lhasa, they were also looking for sustenance for their lives. We got out of the car and talked with him, took photos with them, and gave them a small amount of money. They would all smile with satisfaction. But on peace.
No matter how long we talk, they will not move forward halfway. Because, if the Lord Buddha is with them, the Lord Buddha will see their piety. Perhaps in the near future, industrialization and globalization will dissolve such piety, although
How reluctant people are, no matter how much sighs the poets and writers will give. These people are accumulating their merits with their steps. There are many devout people who have started to prostrate themselves from far away places and wait until they reach the Jokhang Temple.
They worshiped it endlessly. They entered the Jokhang Temple for the purpose of pilgrimage and did not need to buy a ticket.
I gradually felt that there was a spirit in these Kham men, and I felt that the spirit was everywhere. She seemed to be watching and judging somewhere, to see if we, who looked confused, were her lost children. Who was I?
Among this group of devout believers, I may be the person in the sea of suffering that they want to save. They believe that there is God’s will in the past and future lives. What was my previous life? I think I will be a beautiful Tibetan with fiery emotions.
A man can burn with regret for love. He is not like me now. Although he yearns for beautiful and lasting emotions, he clearly knows what the reality is. Sometimes he is so clear that it makes him feel chilled. I am afraid of losing, afraid
Imperfect, not eternal. I will always worry about gains and losses. Tong Yao may be the Tibetan girl I met in the beautiful grassland in my previous life. Maybe I helped her find a lost lamb. I turned around and left, leaving a smile on my face until
We only get rewards when we meet in this life. But how much fate has God left for us in this life?
After crossing the mountains, the Lhasa River appeared. Between the sky, the mountains and the earth, there were dots of black yak tents, and the mountain streams were still clear. The poplar trees still stood upright with their straight waists, and each of their branches and leaves stood upright.
The trees also have an instinctive piety towards the Buddha. A stream flashes towards the sun.
We returned to Lhasa, but she still asked for two rooms.
Tonight, I have insomnia. The dazzling snowy light from the vast snow-capped mountains outside is projected onto my bed, and I stare at it blankly. The lights outside Lhasa are shining with the spiritual power of God. Each light is a lonely soul.
, seeking God’s relief here.
It's getting brighter outside, and a new day has arrived.
The new sun looked exceptionally red through the snow-capped mountains. The sky was clear and quiet, pure blue, without a single bird.
I went to knock on her door, and her voice immediately came from inside, "The door is unlocked. Come in."
When I walked in, I found that she had already washed up and was wearing a dark red turtleneck sweater and jeans. Her figure was so good that the word graceful could not describe her beauty at all.
She was looking away with her back to me.
I said to her excitedly: "Tong Yao, let's go to dinner. What are your plans for today? Where should we go to play?"
She did not turn around, "Feng Xiao, I've thought about it. I still feel that we are not suitable."
At this moment, my heart seemed to have fallen into an ice hole, "Tong, Tong Yao, what's wrong with you? Isn't it good for us to be together?"
She turned around slowly, and I realized that her face was full of tears, "Feng Xiao, we are really not suitable. I have thought about it for a long time recently and found that I still can't forget Fang Qiang, and I can't completely forgive you.
In the past, Feng Xiao, I have given my body to you, but I found that my soul still cannot accept you."
I hurriedly said loudly: "Tong Yao, that's not the case! Aren't we very good during the days we were together? I really love you, and I feel that you love me too!"
Her tears were falling, "Feng Xiao, I can't deceive myself, nor can I deceive you. When I am with you, especially when we are doing that thing, you know? There is always something in my mind
It will appear that Fang Qiang hates me. I had a dream all night last night, and my dream was all about the scenes when I was with him. I know that I was wrong, and I should not be with you at all.
I shouldn’t do that kind of thing with you. My first time should be given to him instead of you. Woohoo! I was wrong, I was really wrong..."
My whole body was already cold, but at this moment, my heart was extremely disappointed, "Tong Yao, you are right, we can be together, can you give me another chance? Please...
"
She shook her head slightly, "Feng Xiao, it really can't be done. I have completely figured it out. We can only be friends. Feng Xiao, I'm sorry, you can go back by yourself. I want to stay alone in Lhasa for a few days. You
Go back, there is still so much work waiting for you. I called Fang Qiang last night and he will fly here today."
At this moment, I was completely disappointed, and the sorrow in my heart suddenly surged into my heart. At this moment, I could no longer restrain myself and burst into tears.
She came over and hugged me gently, and her face gently pressed against my cheek. I felt it, and her face was covered with tears, and our tears blended together. She said softly: "
Feng Xiao, don't be like this. I feel very uncomfortable. After all, I gave you my first time. I originally thought that I loved you and could accept you, but now I find that I was really wrong. I
I can't forget him, I can't deceive myself anymore. Feng Xiao, I want to thank you, thank you for giving me such a beautiful feeling, and also letting me understand who I really love. Feng Xiao, I have decided,
I will marry Fang Qiang immediately after returning from Lhasa this time. I don’t want to make any more mistakes and I can’t let him wait for me any longer.”
Immediately, she gave me a gentle kiss and wiped my tears, "Feng Xiao, please go back. I don't want Fang Qiang to see us together. I'm sorry for him, and now I just want to treat him well in the future.
Make up for this mistake of yours."
I knew that I would never be able to get her to change her mind, and that she and I would be at an end forever. Thinking of this, my tears still began to flow out unsatisfactorily, and it was only at this moment that I truly felt:
It is so difficult for a person to truly fall in love with someone he likes. Although I have obtained her body, her soul has never belonged to me.
Zhao Menglei and Chen Yuan, they love me so much, but deep down in my heart I don't love them that much. This is my sadness.
I prepared my luggage and left Lhasa gently. Looking back, I saw that Lhasa was still awake from its early morning sleep. The snow-capped mountains were still shining with silver light.
In this way, I left this place alone and full of sadness.
After leaving Tibet, I felt an indescribable nostalgia. This place gave me so many beautiful things, but in the end, my last glimmer of hope was dashed.
When I walked into the airport, I no longer had the excitement of first arrival. My eyes were filled with the bleak cold wind, and the snow-capped mountains were still shining with silver light. The plane was cold and cold, waiting to take off. Farewell, Potala, Farewell, Tibet. There was once a person
I have been touched and lost here, and he even left his soul in this clear river. My luggage is filled with all my sorrow.
The plane flew over Tibet, and thick clouds covered everything on the ground. The first sunshine spread on the clouds, a golden color. Tibet is slowly moving away from me, and my soul is slowly leaving my heart.
Flying out, trying to stay in one of the clear tributaries of the Brahmaputra River.
In two hours, I will return to my original life. I will go to Chengdu and then drive back to Jiangnan alone.
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