Tears poured down the Potala Palace

The trip to Tibet was a dream for me. www.biquge.info Before May of this year, I never thought of going to Tibet, I always thought that my body could not bear it, and I was not a risk-taking person, and I was also a person whose body could not bear it.

However, since I went to the top of the sea in May to dial the ice crystals above 3,000 meters, it seems to be a little drifting, and I dream of going to Namtso one day. Hehe, it was just a little dream at the time.

I really didn't expect that it would be less than a hundred days since I wrote that article, and I would be on my way so soon.

Before I left, my friends thought I couldn't go, and I thought it would be a painful journey. I regret that I shouldn't have written my wish at the end of the article at that time, otherwise God would not have arranged for me to do it so quickly (this God is so good to me, he can always hear my heart, thank you).

A few days before I left, I asked people who had been to the school, and they all said that the reaction was inevitable. After listening to their reactions, I started to react before I left. I always feel dizzy and want to be nauseous. Because, they say it's the same as a cold, and I have severe motion sickness, and what they talk about is the feeling of motion sickness, which is too familiar and uncomfortable. I really don't want to go......

Finally arrived in Lhasa. There was no reaction when I got off the plane, but the calf muscles were a little wooden. When I arrived at the hotel, I still didn't respond. Because Secretary Liu told me that all the 43 teachers he brought with him last year had headaches, and almost all of them vomited after lunch.

It seems that I am an exception! Oh, so happy! I am so happy that I roll on the bed, how blessed am I!

Since you are in such a good state, take a nap. I haven't had a good rest these days, and I'm scared of myself.

I woke up at three o'clock in the afternoon, but I didn't wake up naturally. It is woken up by the soreness of the calf muscle. What's going on, why does it hurt? I didn't climb the mountain last week, but I was so good when I left, it's really weird? I haven't heard of this reaction.

I rolled over and got ready to get up. Oops, my head hurts a little and my eyes are a little uncomfortable. I sat down on the bed and began to be in a daze.

After a while, I got out of bed and tried it, and it was okay, the discomfort was bearable. At this time, I remembered what Master Tianchang told me. You can't take a bath, and you have to walk slowly.

I want to get out there. On the way to the Potala Palace, my pace became slower and slower. It's not that I remember Tianchang's confession, but that I can't walk anymore. The pain in my legs and head intensified, and my eyes began to hurt. I barely got to the Potala Palace Square, took a look, took a few pictures and returned to my residence (thanks to this day, because the camera ran out of battery when I went the next day). The time to schedule the visit is tomorrow.

There was no appetite for dinner. My head hurt so much that I couldn't stand it, and my eyes hurt like someone was picking at me. The calf muscles hurt the same as the last time I went to the Ice Crystal Top. I just want to be in bed.

I can't sleep. It hurts, I keep turning on the bed, and my legs are uncomfortable. I started to have a fever at about 3 o'clock in the night, and when I struggled to get up to take some medicine, I found that I couldn't sit up. Is my life going to end here? I pulled out my phone and sent a couple of texts.

I don't know how long later, I found that I was sweating all over, and I raised my hand to touch my forehead cold, and I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that I was alive......

In the morning, I went to the Jokhang Temple, and in the afternoon, I went to the Potala Palace. Standing in the square, when queuing to enter the door, I couldn't get excited at all when I looked at the Potala Palace. Because, I didn't eat breakfast, and I barely ate lunch. I didn't feel like throwing up, but the pain was unbearable for me, and the whole state was like I was sick.

There were so many visitors that we couldn't see the head in front of us and the tail in the back, so we followed the procession forward.

Entering the palace, the tour guides before and after were explaining (they were with different people). I just need to close my eyes to know what's in this temple. Because, when I opened my eyes, all I saw were golden Buddha statues.

I didn't do my homework when I came to Tibet, so I don't know what the Potala Palace is for. Looking at it now, for me, they are all the same. I don't understand what gods, Buddhas, and living Buddhas they are. The impression I had from the first few palaces was: This Potala Palace is full of golden Buddha statues, and the Tibetan people are so rich!

I was not interested, and I was extremely unwell. After climbing so many floors of the palace in front, I remembered that there was a Red House and a White House. The White House is a place for discussions, and I still laughed when I heard this, and I felt that they really had a vision, just like the United States. I don't remember what the Red Palace is for the living Buddhas, maybe it's a place to live and study. I don't remember anything else. The tour guides kept talking about the great achievements of the ** people in several lifetimes, I was annoyed to listen to it, I really don't understand, why are there so many ** living Buddhas here (funny, no knowledge.) What does it have to do with me, why am I watching here?

They are also too extravagant, every ** is such a big palace, and the spiritual pagoda is made of gold, so high that you can look up. Headaches, leg pain, eye pain, upset!

Again to a palace. People are next to people, people are crowding people. You don't have to worry about going to the wrong place, just this one way, I don't want to open my eyes. Because there are so many people, they are not allowed to stop at every place. I leaned against the fence and moved forward with my eyes closed. There is a sentence, not a word, listening to several tour guides before and after.

At this time, I heard a tour guide say that this is the only palace of the Sixth ** Living Buddha who did not leave a spiritual pagoda.

Alas, I don't know either, I don't have any interest in whether he has a spiritual pagoda or not.

Just as I was about to walk to this palace, I suddenly heard a female guide say: This is the palace of Cangyang Gyatso.

I was stunned: "Excuse me, this is Cangyang Gyatso? Is it the one who wrote a lot of poems?"

"Yes. The female guide looked at me puzzled.

Ah, I poured cold water on my head, I was completely awake, I was sober. Sober, I didn't go any further, I squeezed back to the front of the hall. Leaning on the railing and looking at Cangyang Gyatso's seat and the clothes on that seat, I felt a wave of sadness and tears flowed from my eyes.

I cried very sadly, reciting the name of Cangyang Gyatso in my heart, I experienced the difficulties of his religious life here, the torture of his love here, the helplessness of his affection for words, and the sadness and pain when he could not grasp life......

When I thought of this, I still kept reading his name, and my body trembled a little when I cried sadly.

I cried for a long time, and the tears kept flowing. I thought about Changyang Gyatso's life here, and in the process I felt as if he was watching me cry.

It was at this moment that I saw that I was alone in this hall, and it was unusually quiet.

At this time, Cangyang Gyatso stepped out of his seat with a smile, waved his hand at me, and said, "The time has come to separate." ”

Suddenly, I remembered "That Day" written by Cangyang Gyatso.

I wiped away my tears. I understand: I came here to meet you here for my trip to Tibet! Yes, I came, and after so many years, I finally came here......

At this time, the voices of multiple tour guides came from outside the hall, and there were tourists coming here.

I wiped away my tears, sighed, and looked to your seat: "I'm leaving, maybe I won't come back here, I'm gone, and we're no longer lonely." ”

Soon the tourists poured in, and the tour guides spoke loudly. A great lama who was mopping the floor inside the fence said: "You can't stop here, the guide walks as he talks." ”

I'm leaving too. The Grand Lama came up to me and said, "You can not go." You've been alone here for just twelve minutes. ”

That is, I cried here for twelve minutes.

I'm leaving, there are so many people here that I can't be still. There's nothing left in my mind, I'm leaving.

Walking out of the main hall, my heart was very calm, there was no sadness, no reluctance. It's just that after walking out of the main hall, I remembered that I didn't say to him there: "My book uses a lot of your words."

Why didn't you tell Cangyang Gyatso at that time? I turned back. It is impossible to return to him, because this passage can only go forward and not backward, and the passage is crowded again......

The night before I left Tibet, I went to the Potala Palace Square again. At this time, I didn't have altitude sickness, and my mood here was suddenly indescribable, and we were dancing and singing happily.

It's been a long time since I've been so happy, as if I'm back in my childhood, and I don't have any obstacles in my heart. My new friend Ah Hua and I hugged each other from Shanghai, laughing and dancing.

I jumped and laughed......

In the night, from the lights lit up in the room of the Potala Palace, I seemed to see the young and beautiful you standing in front of the window and looking at me with a smile, and you were happy when you saw me......

Goodbye, Potala Palace! Goodbye, Changyang Gyatso!

2011－7－23～29

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