I love to go on a long journey, I love self-abuse, I love knapsack, I love all happiness, active, decadent, all...
In Tibet, snow mountain is the god that people adores,
A lot of snow mountain have beautiful romaunt,
White is the color of snow mountain, it is the holiest colour.
Tibetian person has since ancient times advocate the tradition of white culture,
Think white, immaculate can express the sincerity with indicative person, sincere cherished desire most, so hada is white commonly.
Between hill, go up personally in the family hall for worshipping Buddha, old tree in chiliad, after the house before the room that is in Tibetian family, we can see white hada.
Hada is winding around the earth, also wave dance is in sky.
Blue sky can have blooming Bai Yun,
With respect to the hada that can have flap.
You can be surrounded by this kind of divine white,
Let you be touched for this kind of pure, sincerity.
Tibetan day, it is blue every day.
Every day, shamrock, resemble a blue velvet, wrap overall result rise, wrap all affliction and injustice rise, let people guess it in in the world with all sorts of poses why doubt of La Derang life, so blue that call a person sad.
All the way, I am come up against of countless ride the person that go.
Although I am not clear about them why a thousand li walks along Chan Qi,
To why dare be always faced sealed countless danger and spellbound,
But, I ride the friend of travel to pay my greatest tribute to these forever!
Go on Lin Zhi's road, most a speeding that attracts my eyeball reminds a card. . . One hits rotted car
Life is the most precious,
For family, cherish oneself please!
Have bout, a giant black clouds flies suddenly, for a long time is caky in the Potala Palace in the sky, the wing of big eagle bumps an instant of black clouds, the Potala Palace appears red white trenchant.
This is the Lhasa railway station below canopy
I not character, also not language, silent look at, , the heart and somewhere had deep collision
Straightforward way, always have terminus, do not be here, be in distance...
The Lhasa of summer, the cloud is very small, resembling is the spun sugar that tentacle can reach,
Put down all travelling bag to lie on his back to all over wild prairie to go up in pediment when me, just discover August time during, day unexpectedly can blue eye of settleclear in that way Jing Yao.
Pediment is brilliant, sunshine also is sentimentally attached to not to wish to leave, murmur of ground of far brook joy, lhasa halcyon summer is brought to far-reaching.
Here does not have familiar crowd, those who do not have Xi'an street is blatant, the cup that did not fall at the beginning of colorfully decorated lantern comes small cup toward,
Hysterical without city also roaring with blundering,
The camouflage that those must lap at ordinary times,
Become at the moment wind small cloud is weak.
Some world places of in the world are bright.
Some places are black.
Some places are not bright not black.
Face the natural Jing Guang of this acme, rare person talks.
Occasionally, think only silent lying, basking, whats do not think, whats do not say, it is silent only. . . Join with oneself soul!
The blue sky of my the top of head, be in static condition all the time, it is breathed of course, as if stretch his hand to be able to cut out.
Blue, it is a pair of eyes that keep watch, outside the window, its Bodaru does not have the beat of the trace only, narrow so small that resemble a water in holy lake, a bird can lacerate its halcyon.
Again costly camera, arrived Tibet, also do not conceal it the blue misunderstanding to the day,
Again excellent cameraman also cannot let his heart be more than a day, surpass blue, and blue, slack can pile up on the picture in him only.
Once left that day, what cameraman begins to suspect a photograph to go up is blue: blue be to be far from reality really.
I am used to the ground to put two tactics pocket, visitting La Defa's slow-witted day, deep sigh at a heat, feel life is very significant temporarily
A few problems are the answer completely.
Do not know from when to begin, I had deeper, heavier load and thicker, closer be sentimentally attached to to Tibet.
In my impression, tibet is belonged to distant, belong to an eagle to attack vast sky, faddish 10 thousand lis extensive, belong to the heaven of the person that wade.
I ever had used very long time to search about the Tibet, dribs and drabs about Lhasa, assume this life in him worship on bended knees before the Potala Palace and future world even.
It is then in a lot of a lot of moment, setting, I always feel,
Tibet leaves me not distant,
Extend the palm to be able to feel a kind even sometimes another breath,
And this kind of breath comes from highland again,
Come from the sort of hollowness over highland,
Will puff oneself the driving wind of flap of classics long narrow flag and the firm intense sunshine that foster downy person.
So, tibet of the westerly before I begin, head for Lhasa, head for a person this lifetime must drive the heaven that go to.
In Tibet, most the nothing is more... than that lets me one's mind disturbed the sort of profundity is gorgeous tonal, the cloth palace that stand high above the masses, the lake of accept wood arrange with beautiful scenery, of glacier cold, like that of Wu Hu " shrimp carapace " , and, journey is deep the loneliness that ooze enters the soul...
[3 mad elder sister are achieved formerly, the picture films personally]
