If it is said that there is a place of faith is heaven, then Tibet must be the closest place to heaven.
There are dazzling sunshine and blue sky
a prayer wheel with fluttering prayer flags and prayers
And the most devout believers and the purest smile
That is a place where people are dreaming.
I want to go to the Qingtang Gula Mountain.
Look at the millennium weather
Want to go to the Potala Palace
Touching the ancient wall of the vicissitudes
I want to bathe in the bright sunshine.
I want to see the quiet lake
I want to feel the simple folk customs.
if it is possible
I want to wait for someone
Accompany me to Tibet
There is a kind of blue, called lake blue
The blue sky, the white clouds, and the snow-capped mountains are covered with a piece of clear blue water, and the sun is shining, and the years are quiet.
The lake is like a blue ribbon that has just been pulled out of the dyeing tank; it is also like a huge mirror with a face that can be seen, showing the unpredictable scenery.
The beauty of Yanghu Lake is leisurely. She is like a quiet sea, clear and translucent, and like a superb and magical saint, let you put down your mind and return to the original simplicity.
The beauty of Namtso is pure. She is more like a naughty child. The lake is blue and jewel-like, but it is not calm. When the wind blows, it will burst into flames.
If I can, I want to wait for someone, sit with me by the lake, bathe in the sun, and quietly in a daze.
There is a kind of white, called Snow Mountain White.
If the faith has color, I think it will be white, because it is the color of the snowy mountain, it is the sacred color.
The magnificent snow-capped mountains are straight into the clouds, and the lakes under the mountains reflect the majestic snow-capped mountains.
There is a kind of red, called Tibetan red.
Red walls, robes, plateau red on people's faces... It seems that you can see the red color of Tibetans alone. Although it is not as dazzling as Chinese red, it is even more profound and deep.
At the intersection of the street, there are many people coming and going. The simple and dark face is the plateau red that is gathered by the two, and it is a deep and shallow dimple.
If I can, I want to wait for someone to go there and feel the peaceful, cozy and quiet atmosphere. The smile of the locals who walked around is hanging on the face, and the words are whispered.
There is a kind of coziness, called Barkhor Street.
Go to the oldest Barkhor Street and watch the people who are passing through it. Without any words, they will feel holy.
Someone came here and walked round and round around Barkhor Street; some came here, lazily sunbathing and drinking sweet tea; some people simply sat on the side of the road and closed their eyes to feel the sun.
If I can, I want to wait for someone to find a warm afternoon and go to Barkhor Street.
There is a sacred name called the Potala Palace.
How many times in the dream, this plateau temple, which is closest to the sky, is the holy place of the pilgrims, and countless believers are pious worship.
Carrying a baptism of the soul in a holy atmosphere with awe, and praying in the pure land of bliss.
There is a kind of practice
Even if you can't understand the content of the debate, the scenes of the monks who debated the sacred beliefs in the graves of the graves can still shock your soul.
Exaggerated movements, excited expressions, placed in the debate field, even tourists will feel deeply, there is a shock, no language.
If I can, I want to wait for someone to see a debate and feel the power of faith.
There is a kind of piety, called worship
That year, I was squatting on the mountain road, not to see you, just to keep your warmth.
The red lama who walked around the corner, the locals who prayed for blessings, and the pilgrimage form of enthusiasm, what kind of piety is this, can let people use the body to measure the length of the faith, three steps and one worship.
If I can, I want to wait for someone to go and see the holy places where the believers worship, and feel their piety.
perhaps I have only been to Tibet. Will understand It’s never been a place to avoid the world. But home