Friends all said that he must go to Tibet in this life, but when I asked him why he had to go to Tibet, he couldn't tell why. In fact, it seems to me that some people are set out for the beautiful scenery, some people are obsessed with finding faith, and some people are asking and listening to other lives. Everyone's reasons for setting out are different, but everyone has a lot of thoughts about it. In late June this year, I washed away the worldly lead, bathed in the Zen sound of the Potala Palace's morning bell and dusk drums, and came to the sky city of my dreams - Tibet as a pilgrim.
On the first night of staying at the Lhasa Hotel, I barely slept at all, and taking rhodiola and sleeping pills didn't help, I couldn't breathe comfortably just by lying down, and it was difficult for my heart to beat normally in any position. An unbearable headache in which the eyeballs are squeezed as if they are about to burst out of their sockets...... When I went to the restaurant to eat the next morning, I felt that the faces of my companions were not very good, and they did not communicate with each other, so they just gave each other a look, tried not to speak, and the movement of queuing up to pick up food was slow and slow, for fear of consuming the little oxygen stored in the body.
After breakfast, we walked to the Budara Palace Square, through the overpass, to the vicinity of the entrance to the Budara Palace. Looking up, the tall red palace and white palace on the other side look like heaven in a dream. I looked at the hundreds of terraces leading to it, and suddenly I lost confidence in my body. Although I eventually climbed step by step, it was more like I was led by some mysterious power rather than from physical power. In a trance, I vaguely saw the lonely and desolate backs of Songtsen Gampo and Princess Wencheng and Cangyang Gyatso related to this building, heard Cangyang Gyatso's light steps through the Potala Palace and Tibetan folk, and heard Cangyang Gyatso chanting in a low voice, "The world is safe and complete, and it lives up to its promise". The sixth Dalai Lama, dressed in the robe of the Buddha, accompanied by the lonely shadow of the green lantern, is a love saint born in the light of the Buddha, and writes the most romantic feelings in the world in his life. If there is a cycle in life, I am really happy to see that Cangyang Gyatso can no longer carry the mission of a living Buddha, no longer miss the flowering period of love, no longer have to meditate in sorrow alone, and can freely do happy things with his sweetheart all his life, regardless of whether it is a calamity or fate......
When he came out of the Budara Palace, the sun began to exert his power, and he felt hot and hot on his body and face. I subconsciously looked at the sky, the white clouds and blue sky, the big white clouds were crystal white, floating freely not far overhead; The blue sky, so blue that it almost made me doubt its authenticity, it was an incredibly deep blue, so pure, transparent, without a trace of impurities, it was intoxicating. I kept capturing those beautiful moments with my phone. Back to the hotel at night, open the mobile phone album, through the mobile phone LCD screen, look at the photos taken during the day, as if you can also breathe the world's thinnest air, in the blue sky and white clouds, the top of the red mountain has the "roof pearl of the world" known as the Potala Palace, the yellow lama monastery, the Tibetan green peaks, the colorful fluttering prayer flags, and the barley, camellia, yak, thangka, Hada, salt lake, Mani pile,...... On that day in Nyingchi, our car stopped at a river valley more than 4,000 meters above sea level, dotted with Tibetan houses. The one I went to, the man and woman were very hospitable. The bold male host was busy pouring tea and serving the guests, while the hostess gave up her seat and greeted the guests. What stands out is the hostess's face, which is the same sticky oil color as in early Western oil paintings, and is painted on her cheeks not two plateau sunsets, but two wells, which seem to have been exposed to several baskets of salt. At that time, I wondered, isn't the face of this Tibetan hostess itself carved by the hot sunlight of Tibet? The painters from the mainland who came to Tibet with oil paints were not only familiar with cloning it onto their own canvases. As a matter of fact, the level of Tibet is not lower than that of the mainland, but the altitude of the interior is lower than that of Tibet. When the sun shone down, the interior was covered by clouds, the rain blocked the wind, and the layers of atmospheric barriers, the pillars of light were cut into pieces, and they could hardly stand on the ground, and even if they did, they had already lost their lethal power. Because Tibet is high and too close to the sky, the sun here almost maintains its original brightness and sharpness, and when it encounters the same snow-capped peaks and mountains that have never been worn away like the sun, it creates the unique sunlight of Tibet. The scorching ultraviolet rays, the strong plateau wind, the simple and rough life, the dust and snow particles that blow in the face have swept the Tibetan land for generations, eroded the Tibetans, endowed the Tibetans with bronzed skin, resolute and unyielding faces, and also formed the Tibetan people's prideful and unrestrained, indomitable character, Tibetans and pure beauty dependent, and with the sinister nature to compete, in the tempering of adulthood is a strong life, they raise their necks to drink into the stomach is barley wine; When he opened his voice and sang, it was the Kangba man who resounded in the sky; Riding a horse and whipping is a warrior galloping on the grassland. This fierce and courageous character is the primitive instinct given to Tibetans by nature.
Hongchen comes and goes, and silence is the most affectionate. Tibet is indeed a beautiful and tranquil place, its natural beauty is unforgettable, and the vicissitudes of its magnificence are contemplative. If you measure it slowly with your footsteps, or listen carefully with your thoughts, you will feel more deeply its purity, splendor, majesty, and infinite temptation full of power in the primitive, and tranquility should be the most prominent feature of Tibet, I think. Although I didn't stay in Tibet for a long time, whether it was short or in a hurry, I finally had something left for me, and this is the impression of Tibet.
Yes, although this trip to Tibet was a one-of-a-kind one, I witnessed the thousand-year-old style of the Potala Palace and listened to the eternal swan song of the Brahmaputra River. Whether it is a fragmentary memory or a hazy imagination, I have finally come, seen, photographed, felt and experienced, and left my footprints on the road to heaven. It is Tibet that makes me believe that there is a pure land on earth; It is Tibet that makes me believe that peace is in my heart.