Lhasa | Everyone is a lonely pilgrim

There is a piece of holy Lhasa in everyone's heart.

She is in the hinterland of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, on the top of the snow-capped mountains, and in our hearts.

We yearn for the Potala Palace, the majestic red, white and yellow palace.

We yearn for the Buddhist sounds of Jokhang Temple and Ramoche Temple, which are endlessly pious.

We are attracted by countless songs, attracted by endless blog posts, and attracted by people on the road.

The high altitude has become a barrier, deterring half of the travelers.

Time has become a shackle, but Tibet has become a distant place in my heart.

If you want to come, you must come. The butter here hooks my soul, and the Buddhist niche here stares at my distance.

 

Here we are, arriving with all our heart in mind.

The endless exhaustion broke out the moment we arrived. The oxygen content in Lhasa was only 70% of that in the plains, and the oxygen content in Xining was also much greater than that in Lhasa.

My chest felt like a huge stone was pressing down on me, but my heart wanted to jump out of my chest powerfully.

This is Lhasa. When I drank nearly a liter of butter tea warmly into my stomach, it was like someone caressing the back of my head and removing the heavy golden hoop.

 

 

The people here are extremely simple. The sanitation aunt saw that I couldn't find the bus stop and took me to look for it; the lama from Ramoche Temple invited me to watch the morning worship service. The butter lamps in the temple burned with light for thousands of years. The scriptures on believers' prayers have never stopped.

This is Lhasa. The Lhasa River flows in the center of the city, embedding the cultural pearl deeply into the sun-baked earth.

Here is the story of Princess Wencheng. The 16-year-old Princess Wencheng set off from the Tang Dynasty and finally married in Tibet after three years of hardship. Promote cultural exchanges, economic development and political stability between Tang and Tibet.

 

 

The Potala Palace rises from the ground like the majestic and sacred Mount Everest.

After the reconstruction and expansion after the 13th century, it has become what it is today. The five-star red flag is flying in front of the Potala Palace. The monument to the peaceful liberation of Tibet is the solemn perseverance. The mountains behind it and the "Long Live the Motherland" on the top of the mountain shine brightly.

 

There are always people who will say how sad it is for a girl to set foot on the land of Tibet. I am not sad.

My life has just been shining brightly, so why should I be sad? I am not lonely either. For me, life is a lonely journey.

I yearn for the palace of culture, just like I love the wonderful murals of the Mogao Grottoes, so I also envy the holy city of culture - Lhasa.

In Barkhor Street, after the young lady helped me braid two thick braids, I became more like a free and joyful pony, with a tiny bit of nomadic blood bursting out in my blood.

 

What is true freedom? Is it the sacred realm of Shambhala? Not for me, but I have a road and a bag.

Exploring an unknown culture and getting spiritual satisfaction is a joy for me. Just like the Tibetans who set out from home and reach Lhasa piously in order to complete their merits, my salvation is on the way.

 

Putting my hands together, my palms were slightly empty, I stood in front of the statue of Sakyamuni Buddha, staring at the Buddha for a long time. Maybe I didn't think about anything at that time, and I had nothing to ask for. My heart was as short as still water, and all four elements were empty. I no longer talk to the Buddha, and I no longer talk to myself. , the Buddha is also silently saving all sentient beings, and I am one of them.

 

 

In fact, everyone is a pilgrim in life. Pilgrimage to the original intention, dreams and life. Braving the wind, rain, cold, and scorching sun, pilgrims are on the road to survive, live, and be happy. Perseverance becomes faith, lighting up the light of life, and we crawl forward in the direction of that beam of light.

Don’t you think my outfit matches well today? Brick red is like the T-shirt of the Red Palace, like the coat of the White House, and like the blue sky of jeans and hat (smile).

Lhasa is known as the Sunlight City, but on the day I visited the Potala Palace, there was rain falling from the sky.

The beauty of Lhasa, no need to add filters, the last photo is the Potala Palace where the RMB 50 was paid, but I didn’t have 50 yuan.

As a famous historical and cultural city, Lhasa is a cultural treasure of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. It is mysterious but charming, making people stop and gaze at its beauty for a long time.