It is also said that in Lhasa, a qualified backpacker should know how to drink sweet tea, bask in the sun and evade tickets.
Of course, I also have a Lhasa dream. On the afternoon of October 30th, 2065438+2008 16:30, I took the Z264 train from Guangzhou in the south and arrived in Lhasa in the west in 53 hours, just to realize this dream.
Although this is my second trip to Tibet, it is my first time to set foot in Lhasa. I have been longing to touch this sunny city with my feet for decades.
When I got off the train, as the bustling crowd walked out of Lhasa Railway Station, the first impression I saw was just an ordinary small city. There are no imaginary prayer flags and no imaginary temples.
Fortunately, Tibetan signs are dotted everywhere, which proves that this is exactly where I am eager to set foot. Now those thoughts have become flying words, and three thousand cycles of sadness and joy can finally be expressed slowly and carefully with a sigh in my heart.
Lhasa new railway station is on the left-hand side of the exit, behind which is a dark gray mountain without trees. In the sunshine of the plateau, I was absent-minded at the moment when I watched the local people sitting in the square in the sun as calm as water.
Among all the tourist destinations, I think the railway station has the most ancient flavor of reunion and parting, and most of them are sad or even tragic. The joys and sorrows of every platform, as if those sad or happy feelings will follow the train along the tracks in towards the distant.
I met many friends on the train, and everyone took a happy photo in the square and said goodbye.
Everyone's final destination is Lhasa, but the destination of travel is different. Some people want to go to Ali or Yanghu, some want to go to Shigatse, and some even just pass through Lhasa and go to Nepal.
After the group photo, the men are naturally stronger, holding their heads high and pretending not to care, while the girls hug each other and even red their eyes.
After my teammate Long Xuan and I said goodbye to everyone, we took a bus from 2 yuan Money in the train station square and arrived at the homesick inn booked in advance. It's already 18: 00 in the afternoon.
In order to replenish their strength, they found a Tibetan restaurant nearby and ordered authentic Tibetan pork, which was really delicious.
Perhaps the reason why Van Gogh hasn't fully adapted is that we all have a bad appetite, and we all have no appetite in the face of delicious food.
After dinner, night has fallen and the whole city of Lhasa is in full bloom. Faced with such a beautiful night scene and going to Bomi by car early tomorrow morning, we decided to wander the streets of Lhasa like vagrants.
Long Xuan has been to Lhasa many times and is familiar with the city.
The WeChat group rang, and the handsome guy I met on the train told everyone in the group to gather at the Potala Palace Square in Lhasa.
After chasing dragons, I don't know how many streets I have walked. It took me more than ten minutes to get to Dabdala Square.
At night, the light in the square is not good and there are many people. Although everyone said "I am somewhere in the square" on the phone or on WeChat, they were all like headless flies, like hide-and-seek, and no one could find anyone. It's already 20:00, and I firmly told everyone in the group to disband and go their separate ways.
Opposite the square is the Potala Palace. I miss it so much. The dazzling Potala Palace is close at hand and within reach. It's solemn and solemn, legendary and mysterious, as if slowly opening in front of me.
It is said that everyone who comes to Tibet has a story, whether it is good or bad, happy or sad. For travelers, Tibet is a paradise where they can untie their hearts.
I saw Cangyang Gyatso in a Buddhist robe, walking back and forth alone in the Potala Palace, and vaguely heard him muttering:
Farewell to Potala Palace, we immediately came to Jokhang Temple in the other direction of the city.
Walking in Jokhang Temple, people around you either kowtow or turn around the temple. Their devotion shook our hearts, and we all followed their pious rhythm involuntarily.
There are only three Buddha statues like Sakyamuni in the world, and the most exquisite and noble of these three Buddha statues is the gilded bronze statue of Sakyamuni in 12, which is enshrined in Jokhang Temple.
It can be seen from Luo Yi's endless stream of worshippers that Jokhang Temple occupies a supreme position in Tibetan Buddhism.
Tibetans think that seeing this Buddha statue is no different from seeing Sakyamuni before 1048.
The incense of Jokhang Temple is burning in the dark, and the voice of kneeling and chanting is high and low.
In front of the Buddha, you can quietly say your wishes, sit next to the Buddha, or think quietly for a long time.
From Jokhang Temple, we walked slowly along Barkhor Street in the clockwise direction of Tibetans.
Barkhor Street at night is quieter than during the day, but there are still many tourists.
People who kowtow along the way to Jokhang Temple kowtow in three steps, and their whole bodies cling to the earth, and nothing can stop their pious steps.
People walking in the street are so quiet except the footsteps of worshipping. This street has a history of 1300 years. In such a vast and long history, we just hurried by.
(To be continued)