I have been driving in the bus window, although Snow Grains and the rain had soaked through my sleeve.
When you see the long head knock them, I waved heartily. They then erected just to see me, waving me to be as solemnly. So, my camera has left the landscape in this picture.
When they use their own flesh and blood from an altitude of 6050 meters of snow on a knock off, when they Daxian mountain Congjiang knock over a small village, when they segment from Bomi mud cliffs next to the worth of knock-off time. What am I doing? I’m the capital Beijing to do?
Three of them and all those who are on the road towards the people in Lhasa as Tibetan prayer knock thousands of miles deep space clouds spelling over the team could not rule; they feel like a baby look like the mother’s breast, an inch and an inch of the earth with the body and close to getting close to the mother that their souls are longing for the place; all sides of the queue so they arranged to form the shape of the sun light radiation. Only the light near the holy city of Lhasa is inch by inch, in their minds the sun.
They each have their own fingers, wrists, double Zhou, spine, knee, foot and body control with hundreds of muscle and joint protection of its outer skin, together with this structure made of flesh and blood pro-life, close to the earth peristalsis to Lhasa. It sounds like a bug only hopeful, stupid stupid creep in the spring noon on sunny days.
Back in Beijing the second night, I stood across the glass floor of Sanlitun in the street to see dozens of neat and rapid step moving the leg. Young men and women who have looked their electronic counter, I do not know the foot of the gear have led them to wear long distance move.
But this time, the Tibetan Plateau between the trees do not know if that hook meniscus has illuminated the road to Lhasa.
I wish them the same stretch their legs towards the gym that day with the cool air with the local machine, set foot on Tibetan soil.
Perhaps these men and women move in Lhasa when the three knock who also happens to get there. They are the surging blood with the body, with their mouths do not know how long to stay with the language of the body with their hands over this support to offer itself, and offered to the Potala Palace, Jokhang Temple offering to the Buddha before. When night falls, they will live in Lhasa, far away country is absurd.
Who among them might one day before the Jokhang Temple without any sense of shame reach out to any others, just as heroes do. That is not begging. That is to pick up a glass of wine to Lhasa and dry.
And this is their feeling that time.
This is a heroic feelings.
I remember that day morning, coach Lin Zhao autumn rain had just fallen out of the Dege County. 500 meters outside the town yesterday, full wall or Qiuhong has been snow-covered cliff. A few hours later, I sat in the bus also squeeze into the queue as the convoy stopped at the Que mountain covered with snow, the drivers are installed the summit of 4,916 m snow chains.
Like the way the three of them do not know how many times to go through. They may not like me to vent in the snow from the days when under the infinite praise the scenery. Just their bodies from the ice-bound soft knock off the thick snow, they will also knock on the amount of the long head again and again when the fall will be stained and the cold snow.
Car is a second ticked away and I pulled away from Lhasa, it looked so I kept looking back.
They do not. They are prepared for today’s travel and waiting as long as several years or even decades of pilgrims. They each filled a Chien Wai, such as clean water, heart. They face the front of the mountains a few thousand dollars is not urgent, but doing silent prayer every knock, fell to the ground with every Qianpu shorten the distance with the holy city of Lhasa.
In this way, thanks to those who knock their day in the snow hail clouds and rain of a thousand miles with Li own way to purify the soul. That I worship in Lhasa to see those who knock when they were pregnant and everyone’s eyes and shot stood with a unique light. The light seems like the eyes of a newly born baby as flawless once they opened the light emitted by all the people present would marvel.
Every time I sat in the car and the roadside when they pass, they are often impressed by the kind of peace of piety.
When people from the aircraft to fly to Lhasa saw kowtowing TV lens, in addition to praise and understand there will be a different kind of think outside of it?
Moreover, climb to the Jin Mao Tower standing on the roof layer 87 or between the lift bars in the Fleet of Foot in the underground train tunnel people on it. They make a living sitting in a wide variety of machines to be quickly shipped to be delivered to, how could they have some free time to perceive that lost in the mountains among the herdsmen with flesh and blood Kham knock it on the long journey to Lhasa feeling it?
People’s situation is so different. Different life and death at the same time different place in the universe that already very small volume of soil ball.
