Remember our trip to Tibet?
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Where does this tour start and end?
When we packed our bags and got on the train from Changsha to Lhasa, the trip officially began.
The 46-hour train passed through Wuchang, Zhengzhou, Xi, Lanzhou, Xining and Golmud, and finally arrived in Lhasa. This train is undoubtedly a trip. Do you feel panic when you are faced with a 46-hour long journey? Perhaps this is inevitable, but it can also be avoided. Because you are not alone, look out the window, you still have beautiful scenery as your partner; Look around, you still have a lover to accompany you. In short, novelty will accompany you to the final destination.
The first "friends" I met on the train all had their own styles. There are two brothers who live alone and rush to their hometown Xi' an; Warm and steady, my little brother who went to Xining alone; There is also a handsome young man who looks like "Nicholas Tse" in spirit and appearance. Although he didn't talk much, he was friendly and went to Golmud at the invitation of his friends. The two brothers also have their own characteristics, one looks simple and honest and introverted, and the other looks extroverted and entertaining. Maybe the two brothers couldn't stand being bored and invited us to play cards. Although it's gambling, it's just melon seeds. If you are lucky and have courage at the same time, you will undoubtedly become the biggest winner of this game.
The game on the train is just to pass the time. As soon as the novelty passed, I got tired of it. So everyone got on the train and fell asleep.
The "sleep" on the train is half-dreamy and half-awake, so it is far from safe. The first night is destined to be painful, because you haven't got used to it, and it's an experience you've never had before.
We strolled at the foot of Qinling Mountain and came to Xi 'an. Xi 'an, a lovely and enthusiastic little brother, said goodbye to us and got off the bus. Xi, an ancient city, I believe we will come again.
Without them, the atmosphere is much more depressing. Leave us, cross the Yellow River and see the Yangtze River, and come to Xining to meet my second uncle. They also went to Lhasa, but not for fun, but to bear the burden of this era-making money to support their families, and we will one day.
When you arrive in Xining, you need to change to an oxygen train to prevent discomfort. At this point, we really began to set foot on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.
On the way, I heard that I would watch the sunrise at the highest altitude. I was so excited that I stayed up early in the morning to disturb him. The considerate uncle also changed seats with us. After all this, I finally didn't see the most magnificent "sunrise on the plateau". Sure enough, the opportunity is not to be chased.
In the last few hours of the train, we have "finished eating". Uncle saw my greedy eyes and shared their barbecue with us. I was very moved. This is the biggest difference and advantage between trains and other modes of transportation, and it is full of human touch. Here, you can share your own stories, delicious food and goodwill.
We ordered an "unpalatable and expensive" train meal, and when we saw a little girl who got on the train from Tibetan areas peeping from time to time, we fed her a piece of meat, regardless of whether she violated Tibetan taboos or not. Fortunately, she accepted it happily, but she was shy and kept wrapping her head in clothes. Listen to the mother next to her, this is her first time to go out by train. No wonder, it is rare. Compared with my sister, my brother's shyness is a bit "keeping people away", so I dare not "create a boss" anymore. When you come to a foreign country, everything and everyone need respect.
They are the first Tibetans to come to Tibetan areas. They are very kind, natural and comfortable. I like them very much. Good things come suddenly and go quickly. Soon, they also said goodbye to us. And we have the next batch.
It seems that these young ladies were led by their father to report to school. Opposite her, she is very beautiful, with healthy skin color, bright eyes, very foreign style, very advanced beauty and unconventional. But we didn't communicate with her much, only smiled and looked at each other.
Maybe it's because of rebellion, maybe it's because we are tired and tired, and we sleep a lot. But the closer we get to the destination, the more excited we are, and the excitement wakes us up again and again. The car slowly quarreled, and finally, we arrived.
When I got off the train, my feet really set foot on this land. The dry feeling on my face seems to me now, and I can still feel it now. I can't help smiling at my mouth. This excitement makes us feel that the oxygen content here is actually only 50% of that in the mainland. Taking advantage of the excitement, we began to find a place to live. The sun sets on us and looks hot and dry. And I, wearing a few clothes and a scarf, seem to be able to withstand it. This wonderful feeling, but also thanks to the elves from the snow-capped mountains!
On the bus, maybe we came at the right time. There is no longer only Tibetan that "ordinary people" can't understand, but also familiar Chinese. This has solved our traffic problems in the next few days, which is gratifying.
Although the bus in Lhasa is shaking, I can't feel the disgusting pungent smell of gasoline, mixed with the exotic fragrance of Tibetan people, and it is very comfortable to sit in it.
The first time I saw the cloth palace, I saw it on the bus. It is magnificent, feminine and more sacred. It is this sacredness that attracts us here.
When we got off the bus, we bathed in the sunshine, walked on the stone road built by years and shuttled through the alleys full of the sense of the times. We've been looking. We've been looking. Finally found Maxthon. My little brother is very enthusiastic and teaches us how to stay cheap. After a little reorganization, I rushed to Bugong early the next morning to explore the road.
It gets dark late on the plateau, about eight or nine o'clock, and it gets dark before it reaches the cloth palace. There is a garden behind the cloth palace, which is fully equipped and quite comfortable. The cloth palace at night is even more intoxicating, like a shining pearl, shining on this snowy plateau. We said goodbye in a hurry when it suddenly thundered. Go back to the hostel, have a simple wash, and go to sleep early.
On the first day, I got up early in order to be in the front row of the reservation line. The rain in Lhasa is very cool. Despite the bad weather, we managed to book tickets for the next day. So it was smooth and beautiful, and I went to the "cold noodle shop" recommended by my friend. This is our first visit, and it's delicious. The first time I met the boss here, I saw his fat head and brain. He looks like the "Buddha" in The Journey to the West, but he is also familiar with it. He speaks fluent northern dialect and is kind. But I always feel that I am not gentle enough, and my temper may be there.
After simply solving the lunch problem, we started running again in order to find better accommodation. The development of the Internet still provides a lot of convenience for life. We contacted an affordable hotel, and the boss is still a fellow villager in Hunan. So we went there excitedly, and the result was not bad. Although the space is much narrower, it is enough. After lunch break, we started walking and strolled to Jokhang Temple. There is a busy street next to Xiao Zhao Temple, which is similar to the "wholesale shopping street" in every city.
Shortly after we left, we couldn't resist the strong altitude sickness and ran to the pharmacy for "first aid". This is very interesting. I remember that before he came, he vowed that "altitude sickness is nothing". Now everyone will be vulnerable, but fortunately we still have each other to rely on.
On the second day of the trip, I woke up naturally. Riding the wind and rain, I arrived in Bugong. The wind and rain on the plateau come suddenly and go quickly. These days, although I got caught in the rain, spilled my shoes and got cold, fortunately, I can see some sunshine every day. Maybe washing makes everything here look so clean.
Conflict is the spice of the journey. Even if there are only two people, there will be two different ideas about one thing. Especially in such a region with a strong religious flavor, you may be offended and lost unintentionally because you don't understand it, which is excusable. Respect is a word to remember everywhere.
It's still early to enter the palace, so I have to wander around at will to pass the waiting time. And waiting, we seem to be waiting forever, waiting for the next second, and the next second is the capital for us to continue to survive.
I'm finally going to the palace. Today, it seems that every famous scenic spot has been commercialized.
Looking closely at the cloth palace, a sense of the times strikes me. The ancient stone road is built around this mountain. The road is heavy, full of tears and sweat. I can't stop taking pictures, and this road is full of shutters that can't stop. Strangely, all the way up, I didn't feel a series of reactions brought by high rebellion. It is also a matter of mentality. When I am in a good mood, all the functions of my body will be improved. Unfortunately, there were too many tourists along the way. Crowd, we "see Buddha" in the "trend". The Buddha statues in the cloth palace perfectly explain what "Buddha depends on gold", and at the same time, people have to admire the exquisite craftsmanship in ancient times. With piety, we put our hands together, bowed our heads with hope and told the Buddha everything.
The incense of Bugong Buddhist Temple may be incomparable in other places. In addition to us "tourists", there are many believers who come to kowtow from all over the world, which is a great letter. And I have a "quirk", I only like to smell incense, and I feel at ease when I smell it. Therefore, I was extremely intoxicated on the way to Bugong.
Although there are still some devout lamas in the cloth palace who continue to pass on, there will still be another part that has been "modernized" and looks out of place. Time will only go forward, but unfortunately many things will pass. So the inheritor is so precious.
Farewell to Bugong, we hurried to the station and asked about the train schedule to Linzhi. On my way home, I came to Barkhor Street, which is also a bustling and noisy "tourist street", but the difference is that it surrounds Jokhang Temple, which is another holy place for Tibetan people to believe. Give me a sense of detachment from the world. While tourists shuttled through Barkhor Street, believers just silently worshipped.
On the third day, the trip to Namco made us have to get up early. Getting up, braving the rain, facing the cold and feeling very tired, we got on the long-distance bus. Along the way, the tour guide will take the initiative to talk about the local cultural customs and characteristics in Tibet. We listened to sleep, a typical stereotype of "getting on the bus and sleeping, getting off the bus and taking pictures". I don't like it, but I can't help it. I am not independent yet. How can I talk about freedom?
The high altitude of Namco makes us exhausted, and only when we see that blue can we get rid of it. This is indeed the most beautiful water I have ever seen in my life. The gradient of blue is beautiful and blends in with the sky that the eyes can see. It is wider than the sea and more vivid than the sky. I want to sit quietly by the lake and enjoy the beauty brought by nature, regardless of time. But suffering from returning to reality, I can only choose to say goodbye.
The whole day's drive makes me carsick. As soon as we got off the bus, we went straight to the cold noodle shop. I'm busier today, and there's a little problem in the store. We just ate in a hurry and left in a hurry.
A beautiful day ended in a rainstorm, and the enthusiastic tea shop owner led us to the store to take shelter from the rain and enjoy the cloth palace under the night sky. Along with them are a group of lively old people, who can see that they are either rich or expensive. The boss cares about talking to them. After all, it is a business opportunity, and we must not let it go. We felt bored, so we left without saying goodbye while the rain was getting smaller and smaller.
Besides ordinary buses and taxis, there is also a public transport in Lhasa-human tricycles. We got on a bus, and the master was pedaling hard on the wheels and heading for the destination. And he really made me feel the sadness of the working people at the bottom. For seemingly small quantities, they may fall into stubbornness that cannot be pulled out. After all, it is one of the foundations of life, and it is hard to come by.
Physical exhaustion and lack of funds forced us to stop the next plan-Linzhi, which is also the biggest regret of this trip. Fortunately, we still have a future and time. We will keep our promise one day.
When we wake up naturally, we will leave the remaining two days to Lhasa. We went to Bugong again and experienced the slow-paced Lhasa in the souvenir shop. Living in such a holy city born of faith, people turn to it every day. Keep walking, keep turning the prayer wheel, and keep meditating. Whenever and wherever, we can always see a frame of pious pictures. The concentration of their lives, the purity of concentration, and the purity that cannot be disturbed make us all envy and yearn for it. Even in the same space, we know how far away we are from them. I have a belief in my heart that I will never stop moving in one direction and finally reach the other side. This was brought to me by Tibetans.
The last time I came to the "cold noodle shop" was the day when we were about to say goodbye. I mentioned this place repeatedly because I felt a place completely different from the purity of Tibet-commercialization. We are disappointed by the secularity here and the rudeness of the boss. Maybe we did something wrong, but it's not unreasonable. The "ugly face" of businessmen he exposed only cares about his own interests, which is too bad for our words and deeds. We don't want to go any further, as if we had learned from a mistake. Sitting by the lake, we thought quietly. Not everyone should be the same, which is the result of forging in the melting pot of society. How you live depends on your heart. What is this?
Taking photos and wandering around, our trip to Tibet is over.
In addition to the two-day train ride, the return trip also includes the turnover of the three places. At the first stop, Golmud, we stayed here for several hours. What this place brings me is a sense of simplicity of frontier fortress in the western regions, neither high nor low. Xining, simply skip, stay too short, no big feeling. Xi' an, let's go again as promised. Just out of the railway station, the ancient city wall came into view, which made me very happy. This strange city has brought me a strange feeling. Unfortunately, there is no more time, so we have to say goodbye in a hurry.
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What will prompt you to start a journey? Do you love too much, on impulse, and yearn for it for a long time, or do you want to wash away the glitz of the world and steal a day and a half? We came to this place because of yearning, and it is indeed love. I love this boundless pure land, "see cattle and sheep when the wind blows." I love this endless sacred mountain, the prayer flags fluttering in the wind, the blue sky and clear water, and endless worship. I love the persistence of this pure land more, and the consistent belief is the shock brought to me by Tibetans; The uniform posture was moved by the border guards. What I like best is that he accompanied me without hesitation, thanked me for my warmth, and never gave up during this journey. Thank you for helping us all the way and giving us a warm you, thank you!