#秋日生活打卡季#
Some people say that Tibet's water is the water of the gods, and some people say that Tibet is a place of spiritual purification.
If you want to find the most comfortable place for the fish in the world to live, it must be Tibet!
Due to the average altitude of 4,000 meters, the living environment is harsh, although it is not suitable for human habitation, it has become a paradise for animals.
There is always a light in his eyes, and he hopes to live as he wants. There is a sun, moon, mountains and rivers in my heart, and I can be treated gently by the world, and I am not in a hurry. May the person you love also happen to love you, and may you work hard all your life and be loved all your life. May you, be kind to yourself, may you be treated gently by the years, obviously everything in your heart, but you can't confess. It's something that no one can't fail to mention, but I don't know where to mention it. I feel it, but I can't feel it, I feel too beautiful to remember your feelings, I always teach people to forget, I can't forget, I want to let go, I can't let go, no matter how beautiful the memories are, I must finally let go, and I must stay in a corner. Time is the best filter. I didn't lose those memories either, because I knew that I should be grateful when I met them, and I would let go of them when I walked through them. I just remembered myself in a movie, a song, a lyric, and the road we walked together. But I decided to keep it all in my old memories. All the collection and nostalgia are written to memories, and the memories that can't be let go are just the unwillingness to let go, and the unwillingness to let go, and the inability to pay, in fact, they are just embarrassing themselves. If you can't let go of some of your memories, try to reconcile with yourself! Try to reconcile with yourself and reconcile with memories and then write down your own memories, the footprints of life, deep or shallow, far or near, all of them are experiences, each of us is on the road, you have your posture, I have my trajectory, suddenly looking back, no one is anyone's landscape, we always ask too much of ourselves, so life is always not up to our satisfaction, you want the sun to shine, but there will always be a shower of rain not far away, you want smooth sailing, sometimes there will be ups and downs, life is like this, mixed joys and sorrows, joy and sorrow, look lighter, lower your requirements for yourself, learn to meet will be close to happiness, time passes slowlyWhether it is laughter or tears, we have no regrets, early in the morning, open a window, the warm sunshine, the bustling spring breeze, rushing to the face. The freshness of the air, the fragrance of flowers and plants, the affection of the mountains, the smiling water, and the "chirping" of spring. Every day is so good, good morning! Every day is so good, good morning! Every day is so good, good morning! If someone tells you where there is a certain bird, you can see many in a short period of time. Conversely, if there is no one to point you out, you may only see a wood, hear many birds, but you can't find it, and even if you do, you don't know the Xi of the bird, or even what kind of bird it is. Every day is so beautiful, good morning! Every day is so beautiful, retirement, addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, thousands of rivers have water, thousands of rivers and months, thousands of miles of cloudless sky. The sugar given by others will be astringent after a while, and the shoulder that leans on when he is wronged will leave after the tears have flowed. And one day, we find that the vegetables we fry are the most fragrant, and the fruits we grow are the sweetest, and we wipe away our tears.
A small umbrella in the rainy season, it holds up a clear sky, friendship is a cup of weak tea on a snowy night, it can drive away the chill and bring warmth, friendship is a light on the way to get lost, it gives you direction when you are lost, and the road you have walked together reminds me of myself at that time. But I decided to keep it all in my old memories. All the collection and nostalgia are written to memories, and the memories that can't be let go are just the unwillingness to let go, and the unwillingness to let go, and the inability to pay, in fact, they are just embarrassing themselves. If you can't let go of some of your memories, try to reconcile with yourself! Try to reconcile with yourself and reconcile with memories and then write down your own memories, the footprints of life, deep or shallow, far or near, all of us are experiences, each of us is on the road, you have your posture, I have my trajectory, suddenly looking back, no one is anyone's landscape, we are always, if in the smoke and rain of late spring to stroke the piano, and on the cheeks with an imperceptible smile, then, in the lotus blossom season will definitely encounter surprises, at this time, the melody of the music will be the mountains and rivers like the moving heart. If you stroke the piano in the smoke and rain of late autumn, and then look at the remnants of the cold pool, the melody of the music will be poignant and graceful, and you can't help but feel pity, and there will be a poetic meteor falling in the sky at that time, which will make the situation even more poignant. I have always thought that between the past and the future, the most is no longer desolation and loneliness, so the best life is now. Desolation is not the whole of life, there are flowers and sunshine, and loneliness is not hovering on the edge of years with regrets, but the understanding of a soul that blooms in waiting. Many times, the days are like a page of an aging calendar, and every time a page is torn off, the day has passed, and when you look at it again, it will be a new day. And the calendar passes through your hand, just like the days in your heart, tearing off the past, and leaving a new beginning. The rain gradually stopped, and I walked gently on the bluestone steps, put away the oil-paper umbrella, and stood on a small stone bridge, the raindrops on the railing, like crystal clear water pearls, one by one. They don't seem to be willing to separate, but when the spring breeze blows, you listen attentively, and the raindrops fall into the water, rippling layer upon layer. The flowing water under the bridge flows quietly and leisurely, the green wattles in the water dance, the fish swim around, and occasionally poke their heads out to see the beauty and delicacy of the water and the sky.
Think about the past, the morning is covered with cold dew and late frost, understand, it is a bridge to the heart, which resonates. Because we understand, we are tolerant, and because we understand, we are the same. Understand, let the heart have no distance from the heart, and let life cherish each other. Understand that it is the most beautiful connection in life, and the most profound touching of the rice flowers in the field. After the autumn and winter, the rape yellow flower to the sunset days love a person has the right to say domineeringly: "Don't wear that dress, it's ugly to death." Wear this, I bought it for you newly. To love someone is to seriously urge him to work, but I can't help but hide behind him and want to pound a few little eggs. Loving someone is when you suddenly don't know what to say when you dial the phone, only to know that you just want to hear that familiar voice, and what you really want to dial is just a string in your heart. Everyone is a traveler on the journey of life, no matter how wonderful or unbearable the scenery along the way is what we must pass through, or stop, or walk, or laugh, or tears, or hurt, or pain...... When we look back, aren't the footprints left behind us the sublimation of life? Intertwined with each other, intertwined with each other, just as the most beautiful song must have the most beautiful note collocation to be the most perfect, our life also needs to be perfect, the so-called perfection is not the thing itself is perfect, but because of the imperfect foil to make it appear perfect, even if the emperor above one person does not dare to say that his life is without defects, then why should we embarrass ourselves; the so-called happiness is actually a feeling in the heart, it may be a book, maybe a glass of water, maybe a hug, or maybe a period as long as you feel happy it is happy, you feel unhappy then it is unhappyTrue happiness is hidden in the trivial things we face every day, which requires us to listen, perceive, cherish, and tolerate with a delicate heart, and the so-called achievement is just a kind of self-recognition in the heart after paying, adding, subtracting, multiplying and dividing, and why don't people recall.
The vicissitudes of time have passed, and the past has vaguely come and gone. We have the same experiences, shared memories; That year, that month, that day, are all so unforgettable.
In fact, people who like to party need a joy, always feel that the time together is too short, it turns out that the fastest thing is not time, but the happiness when two people are together. Happiness is to have someone who understands you, and warmth is to have someone who is willing to accompany you. I care about a once. At least that's how our party is, the party has nothing to do with anyone, friendship is a transparent wine glass, and when you raise a glass to invite the bright moon, the shadow becomes a trio. Drinking and talking when you are defeated or lonely.
There is always a light in his eyes, and he hopes to live as he wants. There is a sun, moon, mountains and rivers in my heart, and I can be treated gently by the world, and I am not in a hurry. May the person you love also happen to love you, and may you work hard all your life and be loved all your life. May you, be kind to yourself, may you be treated gently by the years, obviously everything in your heart, but you can't confess. It's something that no one can't fail to mention, but I don't know where to mention it. I feel it, but I can't feel it, I feel too beautiful to remember your feelings, I always teach people to forget, I can't forget, I want to let go, I can't let go, no matter how beautiful the memories are, I must finally let go, and I must stay in a corner. Time is the best filter. I didn't lose those memories either, because I knew that I should be grateful when I met them, and I would let go of them when I walked through them. I just remembered myself in a movie, a song, a lyric, and the road we walked together. But I decided to keep it all in my old memories. All the collection and nostalgia are written to memories, and the memories that can't be let go are just the unwillingness to let go, and the unwillingness to let go, and the inability to pay, in fact, they are just embarrassing themselves. If you can't let go of some of your memories, try to reconcile with yourself! Try to reconcile with yourself and reconcile with memories and then write down your own memories, the footprints of life, deep or shallow, far or near, all of them are experiences, each of us is on the road, you have your posture, I have my trajectory, suddenly looking back, no one is anyone's landscape, we always ask too much of ourselves, so life is always not up to our satisfaction, you want the sun to shine, but there will always be a shower of rain not far away, you want smooth sailing, sometimes there will be ups and downs, life is like this, mixed joys and sorrows, joy and sorrow, look lighter, lower your requirements for yourself, learn to meet will be close to happiness, time passes slowlyWhether it is laughter or tears, we have no regrets, early in the morning, open a window, the warm sunshine, the bustling spring breeze, rushing to the face. The freshness of the air, the fragrance of flowers and plants, the affection of the mountains, the smiling water, and the "chirping" of spring. Every day is so good, good morning! Every day is so good, good morning! Every day is so good, good morning! If someone tells you where there is a certain bird, you can see many in a short period of time. Conversely, if there is no one to point you out, you may only see a wood, hear many birds, but you can't find it, and even if you do, you don't know the Xi of the bird, or even what kind of bird it is. Every day is so beautiful, good morning! Every day is so beautiful, retirement, addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, thousands of rivers have water, thousands of rivers and months, thousands of miles of cloudless sky. The sugar given by others will be astringent after a while, and the shoulder that leans on when he is wronged will leave after the tears have flowed. And one day, we find that the vegetables we fry are the most fragrant, and the fruits we grow are the sweetest, and we wipe away our tears.
A small umbrella in the rainy season, it holds up a clear sky, friendship is a cup of weak tea on a snowy night, it can drive away the chill and bring warmth, friendship is a light on the way to get lost, it gives you direction when you are lost, and the road you have walked together reminds me of myself at that time. But I decided to keep it all in my old memories. All the collection and nostalgia are written to memories, and the memories that can't be let go are just the unwillingness to let go, and the unwillingness to let go, and the inability to pay, in fact, they are just embarrassing themselves. If you can't let go of some of your memories, try to reconcile with yourself! Try to reconcile with yourself and reconcile with memories and then write down your own memories, the footprints of life, deep or shallow, far or near, all of us are experiences, each of us is on the road, you have your posture, I have my trajectory, suddenly looking back, no one is anyone's landscape, we are always, if in the smoke and rain of late spring to stroke the piano, and on the cheeks with an imperceptible smile, then, in the lotus blossom season will definitely encounter surprises, at this time, the melody of the music will be the mountains and rivers like the moving heart. If you stroke the piano in the smoke and rain of late autumn, and then look at the remnants of the cold pool, the melody of the music will be poignant and graceful, and you can't help but feel pity, and there will be a poetic meteor falling in the sky at that time, which will make the situation even more poignant. I have always thought that between the past and the future, the most is no longer desolation and loneliness, so the best life is now. Desolation is not the whole of life, there are flowers and sunshine, and loneliness is not hovering on the edge of years with regrets, but the understanding of a soul that blooms in waiting. Many times, the days are like a page of an aging calendar, and every time a page is torn off, the day has passed, and when you look at it again, it will be a new day. And the calendar passes through your hand, just like the days in your heart, tearing off the past, and leaving a new beginning. The rain gradually stopped, and I walked gently on the bluestone steps, put away the oil-paper umbrella, and stood on a small stone bridge, the raindrops on the railing, like crystal clear water pearls, one by one. They don't seem to be willing to separate, but when the spring breeze blows, you listen attentively, and the raindrops fall into the water, rippling layer upon layer. The flowing water under the bridge flows quietly and leisurely, the green wattles in the water dance, the fish swim around, and occasionally poke their heads out to see the beauty and delicacy of the water and the sky.
Think about the past, the morning is covered with cold dew and late frost, understand, it is a bridge to the heart, which resonates. Because we understand, we are tolerant, and because we understand, we are the same. Understand, let the heart have no distance from the heart, and let life cherish each other. Understand that it is the most beautiful connection in life, and the most profound touching of the rice flowers in the field. After the autumn and winter, the rape yellow flower to the sunset days love a person has the right to say domineeringly: "Don't wear that dress, it's ugly to death." Wear this, I bought it for you newly. To love someone is to seriously urge him to work, but I can't help but hide behind him and want to pound a few little eggs. Loving someone is when you suddenly don't know what to say when you dial the phone, only to know that you just want to hear that familiar voice, and what you really want to dial is just a string in your heart. Everyone is a traveler on the journey of life, no matter how wonderful or unbearable the scenery along the way is what we must pass through, or stop, or walk, or laugh, or tears, or hurt, or pain...... When we look back, aren't the footprints left behind us the sublimation of life? Intertwined with each other, intertwined with each other, just as the most beautiful song must have the most beautiful note collocation to be the most perfect, our life also needs to be perfect, the so-called perfection is not the thing itself is perfect, but because of the imperfect foil to make it appear perfect, even if the emperor above one person does not dare to say that his life is without defects, then why should we embarrass ourselves; the so-called happiness is actually a feeling in the heart, it may be a book, maybe a glass of water, maybe a hug, or maybe a period as long as you feel happy it is happy, you feel unhappy then it is unhappyTrue happiness is hidden in the trivial things we face every day, which requires us to listen, perceive, cherish, and tolerate with a delicate heart, and the so-called achievement is just a kind of self-recognition in the heart after paying, adding, subtracting, multiplying and dividing, and why don't people recall.
The vicissitudes of time have passed, and the past has vaguely come and gone. We have the same experiences, shared memories; That year, that month, that day, are all so unforgettable.
In fact, people who like to party need a joy, always feel that the time together is too short, it turns out that the fastest thing is not time, but the happiness when two people are together. Happiness is to have someone who understands you, and warmth is to have someone who is willing to accompany you. I care about a once. At least that's how our party is, the party has nothing to do with anyone, friendship is a transparent wine glass, and when you raise a glass to invite the bright moon, the shadow becomes a trio. Drinking and talking when you are defeated or lonely.
There are three sacred lakes in Tibet
Mapanyongcuo
Namtso
Yang Zhuo Yongcuo is referred to as "Sheep Lake"
"The fairyland in the sky, the sheep in the world, the stars in the sky, the cattle and sheep by the lake" is the beautiful praise of the Tibetan folk song for the sheep Zhuo Yongcuo.
Sheep Lake is a natural fish storehouse, with fish reserves of more than 800 million kilograms, and is known as the "Tibetan fish storehouse".
This is a paradise for fish!
So why is there no one fishing for so many wild fish in Sheep Lake?
In Tibet, you can't fish, catch fish, or fish casually, especially in the three holy lakes, which are the regulations that the Tibetan people abide by, and the holy lakes have a special status in the hearts of Tibetans!
Tibet still retains the Xi of water burial, water is very important to them, and under the influence of Buddhism, Tibetan fish are the "ferryboat" of the dead.
It is precisely because Tibetans do not eat fish that Sheep Lake has become a paradise for fish, with fish reserves of more than 800 million kilograms.
They believed that Yang Zhuo Yongcuo could help the Tibetans find the reincarnated spirit child.
Every year, the saints spend a month riding around the lake to show the Sacred Heart.
Sheep Lake in winter has a mystical color.
Sheep Lake under the sky.
There are various mysterious legends about Sheep Lake.
There is a legend of the "Dragon Lady" "The story between Namtso, Nianqing Tanggula and Yangzhuo Yongcuo"
Sheep Lake in different seasons and locations is beautiful!
When we think of Tibet, we think of the roof of the world, the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.
Qinghai-Tibet Railway.
The highest mountain in the world – the Himalayas.
There are also glaciers, and the starry sky at night is very beautiful.
There is also the Potala Palace.
There are also many types of animals:
red deer
Little Bear Cat
Black-necked crane
There is also the king of the snowy mountains, the snow leopard
Dietary
Tibetan food
Highland barley liquor made from barley
Butter tea
We know that every place has its own Xi, and there are some prohibitions.
Etiquette aspects
1. When receiving Hada, you should bow down and accept it;
2. Sit indoors, cross-legged;
3. When the host pours the tea, he must pour the tea bowl forward with both hands to show respect;
4. When saying goodbye, do not finish the tea in the cup to show respect for the host;
5. Tibetans stick out their tongues to show respect, not ridicule, and namaste is a kind of etiquette.
Faith-wise
1. Colored prayer flags cannot be touched;
2. When encountering religious facilities such as monasteries, mani piles, and pagodas, you must detour from left to right, and you cannot cross the Dharma vessels, braziers, prayer cylinders, and prayer wheels.
3. Don't whistle at night, the locals think it will attract ghosts;
Every place has its own Xi and beliefs, and we must respect the beliefs of others.