The next day at about ten o'clock in the morning, facing the sunrise of the Holy City towards the Dragon King Pool. Now the morning of Lhasa is still very cold, can not help but tighten the coat. Once in the door, vaguely heard singing, bustling a lot of people, and the street tourism off-season a few people in stark contrast. Walking a few steps is even more startling, a sunken plaza piled up hundreds of people, can not stand stand in the plaza side, under the trees. They were dressed in their daily national costumes, dancing and singing cheerfully, passionately and wholeheartedly. I was instantly infected, busy asking the next Ajia (sister), what is today's holiday ah? Answer: "Not what festival, every day in this dance, to your mainland dam dance almost." I took a closer look, this is too much difference with the dam dance: mainland dam dance is more open stereo, or play a tape recorder, there is no external music here, accompanied by dancing is their hundreds of mouths singing songs, actually can achieve the basic pace; mainland dam dance is mostly middle-aged and elderly women, here are men and women, young and old, men also predominate; the most different or expression, the mainland's amahs are dancing in order to Exercise the body, most of the expression of indifference, like doing radio exercises, while the hundreds of people dancing and singing, eyes, mouth, face, hands, body, feet all reveal the joy and pleasure, as if every hair every cell is full of passion. Even if there is no music cell I stood next to, but also can not help but hands and feet dancing, a change of a moment ago also shrinking head wrapped tightly clothes state.
Warmed up, we continue to move forward. After a small bridge and a small square, which is another set of "dam dance" crowd, but the number of people is much smaller, the same is still the state of passion. Square side of the lawn added a new gerbera sculpture, silver sculpture in the sunshine under the white bright light. I am like the gerbera, because she has a tenacious vitality, arbitrary seeds, can be in this plateau of lack of oxygen in the environment of the flowering, to the plateau people to bring visual enjoyment.
Outside so many people, I did not expect to go inward to the lakeside road is also people, an endless stream of people. Most of them wore sun hats, women wearing masks, wearing daily long coat national costume, outside the kit down jacket or cotton coat, hanging a bag on the shoulder, a hand holding the drum look calm, the mouth chanting words as if no one else is moving forward. Some pushed a stroller, some holding a child, a small person in the mouth are chanting; there are many mobility problems of the elderly, one hand column with a walking stick in one hand shaking the drum hobbling also insisted on walking. An old man has been unable to walk, sitting in a wheelchair pushed by his grandson, hand also do not forget to motions to the drum, wheelchair also tied a rope, rope tied a small dog, small dogs in the side of the run happily, very peaceful. I have to admire the Tibetan compatriots on the religious beliefs of piety and generation after generation of inheritance.
In Lhasa for a long time, probably also know why the Tibetan compatriots like to take a hand to turn the scripture tube. Because people believe that turning the scripture is equivalent to chanting, is the best way to confess the past, eliminate disasters and refuge, repair and accumulate merit. In addition to people holding and shaking the small transepts, in the monastery around the often see some large transepts, this kind of transepts carved above the mantra and inside the scriptures are loaded with much more than the small transepts, and thus turn around the large transepts will be able to accumulate a higher merit. So when walking in front of the sutra-turning promenade under the stupa, I saw more compatriots walking slowly by with solemn expressions, turning their sutra-turning cylinders in turn and reciting the six-word mantra under their breath. Stupa side of the burning mountain special plants emit a faint fragrance, smoke enveloped in the stupa like a fairyland. In such a scene, even the restless heart will calm down, no desire. I also walked around the corridor around the drum, learn from them to the Potala Palace worship, no desire no request.
Walking to the opposite side of the stupa is the best place to view the scenery. Blue sky against the majestic Potala Palace, reflected in the lake; lake willow poplars hold up the golden leaves, to the reflection also added a few colors, constituting a magnificent landscape. Hundreds of ducks on the surface of the lake quietly lying down, occasionally playful paddling place microwave ripples, so that the reflection of the Potala Palace hazy up, but added a few points of charm. Further ahead is a wide lake, lake rows on the edge of a column of hundreds of years old willow trees, golden yellow willow leaves in the sun's irradiation with golden light, reflecting the blue sky without a trace of clouds more eye-catching. The breeze, reflected in the water, the scene is more swaying, let a person relaxed and happy, do not want to leave.
There is a temple in the center of the lake, named Longwangtan Temple. According to records, Zongjiao Lukang is the fifth __ Lama Awang Losang Gyatso reconstruction of the Potala Palace a large number of excavation of the formation of artificial lake. Sixth __ Lama Cangyang Jatso built in the center of the lake Dragon King Palace, is now the Dragon King Pool Temple. I know that the Longwangtan Temple is a romantic poet Cang Yangjiazuo construction, love house and I like the Longwangtan Temple hidden under the willow trees, imagining the magnificent Cang Yangjiazuo walking in the middle of it. I stood quietly in front of the Longwangtan Temple, do not dare to make a little noise, for fear of disturbing the poet's mood.
Out of the door, singing and dancing Tibetan compatriots have been dispersed, a few people scattered on the square, as if the lively scene just did not happen. In a trance, I also feel that there are some unreal, but the heart is unusually calm.
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