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"Hey, why are the flags hanging on those Tibetan houses so weird?" Qi Yue asked, pointing to some sparse houses on the grassland in order to lighten the atmosphere.
Shuiyue said: "Those are prayer flags, which are very common in Tibet. For example, on the roofs of houses, beside holy mountains and holy waters, at Buddha statues, etc. The five-color prayer flags are composed of five colors - blue, white, red, green,
Yellow, their colors cannot be changed at will, because each color represents a different meaning. Blue - blue sky, white - white clouds and snow-capped mountains, red - sun (also said to be flame), green - green trees
, yellow - the earth. There are scriptures printed on the prayer flags. Tibetans believe that every time the wind blows the prayer flags, it means they have recited the Buddhist scriptures in their hearts and prayed for peace and auspiciousness."
Qi Yue smiled and said: "Isn't it your first time here? You look very familiar!"
Shuiyue said: "I can't say I'm familiar with it, but my father has been here many times. He often tells me things about Tibet and shows me some photos. For Tibetans, the Potala Palace belongs to them.
Holy Land. Dad said that if you don’t come to Tibet once, you will never be able to appreciate how wonderful the scenery of our Yanhuang Republic is.”
"Oh? What does the Potala Palace look like?" Qi Yue was naturally not ignorant enough to know the Potala Palace, but what he suddenly thought of at this time was the golden building in his dream, which seemed
Although he could not clearly see the strange building built on the mountain, the sacred feeling inside it gave Qi Yue some more thoughts.
"The Potala Palace is located on Maburi Mountain northwest of Lhasa, Tibet. It is a famous castle-style building complex and the essence of Tibetan ancient architectural art. The Potala Palace was built in the 7th century AD as a wedding ceremony for King Songtsen Gampo of Tibet.
It was built by Princess Wencheng of the Tang Dynasty in Tibet. A palace with 999 rooms, the Potala Palace, was built on the Red Mountain in Lhasa at an altitude of more than 3,700 meters. The palace and castle was built on the mountain and now covers an area of 410,000 square meters, with a construction area of 410,000 square meters.
130,000 square meters, the main building of the palace has 13 floors and is 115 meters high. It is all made of stone and wood structure. The five palace roofs are covered with gold-plated copper tiles. The golden light is brilliant and majestic. It is the essence of Tibetan ancient architectural art. It is known as the Holy Plateau.
temple."
After listening to Shuiyue's detailed explanation, Qi Yue's heart trembled slightly, especially the four words "golden light", which gave him a strong impulse. Although he came to Tibet this time, he was on the run.
Now he secretly decided to go to the Potala Palace no matter what. The clarity of the dream gave him some completely different feelings from his previous life. Although it was just a dream, in his mind, this dream
But it seems to be real.
Shuiyue looked back at Qi Yue and said with a smile: "It's a pity that you slept for too long and didn't see the majestic Kunlun Mountains. It is also a very beautiful place. The highest peak in the eastern section of the Kunlun Mountains, Yuzhu Peak, is just right.
This is the place where our train passed, with an altitude of more than 6,000 meters. We have now arrived at the Nyenchen Tanglha Mountains, which is one of the most important mountain systems around Lhasa. You see, these snow-capped mountains do not seem to be very high, mainly because we are in
The altitude is already very high. Nyenchen Tanglha means 'Lingying Grassland God' in Tibetan. It is the sacred mountain in the hearts of Tibetans. The main peak is 7117 meters high. There are four mountains near the main peak with an altitude of 7000 meters.
The above peaks are arranged from east to west and are closely connected. Surrounding them are more than 30 majestic and majestic snow-capped peaks over 6,000 meters tall. When we get here, we will soon reach Lhasa."
Her voice was exclamatory, and looking at Shuiyue, she seemed to have completely blended into the snowy field outside the car.
Qi Yue said nothing more and looked at the majestic snow-capped mountains outside. For some reason, he was no longer in the mood to tease Shui Yue. The majesty of the snow-capped mountains was not only in appearance, but also in his heart. He suddenly felt,
My mind is open as never before, and the oppressive feeling I felt when I left the capital is gone.
When the train finally arrived at its destination in Lhasa, it was already nine o'clock in the evening. Qi Yue and Shui Yue got off the train together. In the distance, he had already driven to the receiving platform and someone was holding a big sign with the word Shui Yue written on it.
Shuiyue stopped, took a deep look at Qi Yue, and said: "I think we are going to break up. My father has a friend who is a doctor in Lhasa. He came to pick me up, and then I will go to their hospital for an internship. I
It's a bit special at school, so I started my vacation earlier. I should be interning here until the end of August before returning to the capital. I really want to do more for the Tibetans here. If we are destined, maybe we can still do it in the capital.
See you later." After saying this, her face naturally showed a trace of holy light. Qi Yue knew that this light represented one meaning, and that was kindness.
It is impossible to say that there is no trace of reluctance. Qi Yue found with some depression that looking at this beautiful and pure girl, there was no desire in his heart, but a little more admiration, "Can you please leave me a phone number?"
What?"
Shuiyue showed a smile like a lily in full bloom, "We will meet again if we are destined." Leaving these words behind, she pulled her luggage and quickened her pace towards the big sign picking her up, without looking back.
Yue glanced at him.
Qi Yue stood there, watching Shui Yue and the wooden sign with her name disappear into the crowd before he came back to his senses. He cursed secretly, what's wrong with me? Do I really like her?
?No, it's impossible, I just like her seductive appearance.
He took out the twisted cigarette case from his pocket, took out a curved cigarette and put it in his mouth. However, when he wanted to light it with a lighter, he found that his lighter had malfunctioned at some point. He just then
Remember, in a plateau environment like Lhasa, there is not enough oxygen, so it is difficult to use an ordinary lighter.
Taking out the phone Vole gave him, Qi Yue dialed Vole's home number.
"A field mouse? I am Qi Yue."
"Boss, where are you now?" The field mouse's voice was full of surprise.
Qi Yue looked around, took his simple luggage and walked to the corner before continuing: "I have arrived in Tibet, how is the situation over there? Is Yan Xiaoyi dead?"
The field mouse smiled bitterly and said: "That guy's life is as hard as a cockroach. My dad sent someone to find out. He is not dead. He has a moderate concussion and is still in the hospital. He has already told you that he will never let you go."
Yes, you'd better hide away for a few more days and come back when things calm down."
Qi Yue breathed a sigh of relief. After all, nothing big will happen until a person dies. "Okay, we brothers won't say thank you. How about your dad? Did it embarrass you?"
The field mouse said: "It's nothing, just a solitary confinement. Boss, you also know that Yan Xiaoyi's family has some influence. My dad always wants to clear it up. Don't worry, I will be fine." Naturally, he wouldn't tell.
Qi Yue, because of this incident, he was severely scolded and transferred to an aristocratic boarding school with strict supervision. He would never have the chance to hang out again.
"No more words, please take care of yourself." Qi Yue hung up the phone. Although he and Vole had only known each other for a few years, they knew him well as a good brother. There was no need to say more, but he owed Vole, he
Will always remember.
Where should we go now? Qi Yue is a little confused. Tibet is definitely a mysterious place for him. Let alone friends here, he can't even tell the difference between south, south, north and south. He hesitated for a while with his luggage and patted it.
With more than 10,000 yuan in his bag, he had already made a decision in his mind.
At night, the glittering streets of Lhasa looked beautiful, but when Qi Yuegang got out of the station, he was shocked again, because he vaguely saw that not far behind these gorgeous streets, there were patches of
The golden brilliance and hazy golden color were almost exactly the same as what he saw in his dream.
Where is that place? After a simple inquiry, Qi Yue quickly got the answer. That is the Potala Palace, the most mysterious and holy place in Tibet. The Potala Palace under the colorful lights and under the black night is even more impressive.
Solemn and mysterious.
Looking at the magnificent Potala Palace, Qi Yue seemed to hear a voice calling him. His eyes were a little blurred, and his body seemed to be out of control. He came to the streets of Lhasa, took a taxi, and
Ignoring my hungry stomach, I headed straight towards the Potala Palace.
The stairs in front of the Potala are in the shape of a zigzag line from high to low. Looking from bottom to top, it makes the majestic and majestic complex of castle-like buildings with the highest altitude in the world even more apparent. When Qi Yue came to the foot of the mountain, he suddenly found that he
The call that had been in my heart disappeared. The almost golden palace looked so beautiful. The scene in the dream appeared in front of me again, but this time it was real.
"Is it beautiful here?" A gentle voice sounded not far from Qi Yue. This voice sounded very friendly because it was in authentic Beijing dialect, not Tibetan that Qi Yue could not understand at all.