Sentence 2 in the Potala Palace, looking at those tall, holy spirit towers, I know you are not in it. On the shore of Qinghai Lake, you left the last Buddha's shadow. You are a living Buddha, but you are fond of the earth. You should have copied scriptures for all beings, but you wrote countless love letters for one person. You have written the most romantic sentiments in the world, and I have tasted the most sincere and passionate sentiments of the Buddha's heart. The colorful butterflies are intoxicated by the flower path, and I fall into the mortal world with them. Looking at the world's most beautiful cherry blossoms, own a light and elegant, since then no flowers open. Buddha, also always have to have a corner to let themselves sink, just I also sunk in the same corner as you. That day, really turned all of the warp beams, not to touch your fingertips, just for your peace and happiness.
The third sentence of a song sung: the living beings follow the flow of the Yarlung Tsangpo River, time in the Potala Palace longer and longer. This is my life through the longest day, but also the most meaningful day. Potala Palace in the blue sky and white clouds under the cover, red and white, and the mountains reflect, the five-star red flag dancing in the autumn wind of the plateau, for the Potala Palace added infinite majesty.
The fourth sentence Tibet, through the ancient mystery. As if a monk trailing red robes, sitting alone on the top of the world. Stumbling life, magical legends, are a stroke engraved into the texture of life. His hands hold up the reflection of heaven falling into the earth: the magnificent and beautiful snow-capped mountains and lakes are his face, and the thousand years of unchanging Buddha's words are his soul. The wind, snow and sun have not withered his face. The chanting of ghee and chanting of Sanskrit haunts the soul. He makes the wise man quiet and the benevolent man sigh. He is the one who makes the believer's heart agree with him, and the mortal remains in love with him.
Sentence 5 Potala Palace is located in Lhasa, Tibet, on top of the Red Mountain, Palace Fortress-style building. Initially is the Tibetan king for the marriage of Princess Wencheng and built. 17th century reconstruction, for generations of the Dalai Lama East Palace residence. It is like a building in the sky articulated at the top of the mountain, surrounded by white palaces, surrounded by the center of the red palace. The green trees cover the far look like ivory tower, as if the snow lotus in the mountains. White clouds and it depends on, the blue sky and its companion. Looking up at the agora history is long, all kinds of legends, it becomes more mysterious and clear.
Sentence 6 a few eagles from the top of the Palace hovered over, as if the master of the past to bring a token. Along the "zigzag" shape of the white Bianma wall, pick up the steps. Bianma wall followed by the White House, the Red House sits at the top. Bugong body only four colors: red symbol of authority, white symbol of peace, black symbol of solemnity, yellow symbol of prosperity. They **** with the interpretation of the Palace of the unchanging symbolism. Tightly closed trapezoidal windows, covering all the stories, each of which maintains the same posture. I would like to push them open one by one, to peep into the world. Inside the palace, the light is weak, most of the doors and windows are not open for the sake of. Burning ghee lamps are set off unusually bright, calm and collected posture, so that time has become quiet and serene. The smell of the past in the air has not been exhausted, hovering in the corridor, pulling the breath of the distant. A few strange footsteps, day to day between, and add a few fresh flavor. This is not the interpretation of the past life and this life.