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, all the mundane filth 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 slingshot, 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. Next to the small 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 countless 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 lily of the valley hung with strings of raindrops. On the road, green trees and prayer flags set up a canopy, which made people sigh that Tibetans 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
On the street, the two of them walked silently, without saying anything. This kind of silence did not need 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 lava ready to explode, giving people a sense of calmness 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 looked weird. You can imagine them as characters, birds, insects and fish. I looked carefully at an old tree root whose bark had been blown off by water, revealing a pure white trunk.
daze.
On the way back from Nyingchi to Lhasa, we passed the Niyang River again and followed the Pasangqu, a tributary of the Niyang River, to Cuogao Lake. The lake is like a crescent moon lying 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 here are all without exception. It seems that beauty is not the only reason for canonization.
After we passed, 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 stairs.
, facing 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. Tibetan temples not only have extremely thick temple walls, but also have few windows, as if they are deliberately kept dark.
The temples are so solemn and solemn that many temples even 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 was crawling forward with her waist hunched over. 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 weak. 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 am really afraid that you will suddenly change your mind..."
My next words turned into a murmur, and at the same time I gently but impatiently pushed aside her sweater, and her body was revealed in front of me. Her long curly hair was scattered on the bedside, and her small breasts were tender.
Standing, 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 I entered her body slowly and slowly.
She closed her eyes.
When I woke up the next morning, I found her sitting next to me, looking at me tenderly. Birds were singing outside the window. I took the goat's milk and ate the butter cake, which made my heart warm.
Awesome, 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 the white and raw
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.
Their faces were full of pious hope. As they walked towards Lhasa, they were also looking for sustenance for their lives. We got out of the car and chatted with him, took photos with them, and gave them a small amount of money. They would all smile with satisfaction. But regardless of whether
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 what sighs poets and writers may express. These people are accumulating their merits with their steps. There are many devout people who have begun to prostrate themselves from far away places and 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 God was present in these Kham men, and that God 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 life and the next life. What was my previous life? I think I will be a beautiful person with fiery emotions.
A Tibetan man can burn without regrets for love. Unlike me now, although he longs 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 of imperfection and eternity. I always worry about gains and losses. Maybe Tong Yao is the Tibetan girl I met in the beautiful grassland in my previous life. Maybe I helped her find a lost lamb, and I turned around and left.
The smile is not rewarded until 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. (To be continued)