The sound of the train walking on the tracks is so clear that the fast-moving train is a little less interesting. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info The feeling of the train slowly disappearing in the past, everything has changed quickly.

After thinking about it for so long, Luo Feng finally made up his mind to go to Tibet, and after listening to so many stories of Tibet, he finally wanted to let this story have his own existence. After recording the first stop of my trip to school two days ago, Luo Feng thought about it and set off, anyway, there is nothing to do, it is better to fulfill his dream. I went to school and was divided into four stations, the first stop was recorded outside Hangzhou, and Luo Feng had at least half a month's free time.

If you have time and ideas, then take action. Luo Feng simply bought a whole soft sleeper, living alone is quiet, pillowing on the pillow, it seems that there is a slight vibration, this feeling is quite good.

stayed on the train for three or four days before arriving at Luo Feng's destination. In the past few days, he has personally witnessed the changes in the scenery along the way, and has been seeing the snow-capped mountains in the distance, Luo Feng knows that he has arrived.

The first feeling I felt when I stepped into Tibet was a little dizzy, not excited. I didn't feel any different from other places, so I tightened my backpack and walked out of the train station to take a taxi to the hotel I had booked.

After packing up, standing in the front room of the hotel, you can see the Jokhang Temple in the distance. Jokhang Temple, also known as "Zulakang", is located in the center of the old city of Lhasa, is a Tibetan Buddhist monastery, was built in the 21st year of Tang Zhenguan, was built by the Tibetan King Songtsen Gampo, Lhasa has the reputation of "holy land", and this Buddhist temple is related.

After the completion of the Jokhang Temple, after the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties repeatedly modified and expanded, the current scale was formed. Jokhang Temple has a history of more than 1,300 years and holds a supreme position in Tibetan Buddhism.

Luo Feng likes Tibet not because the scenery here is good and pollution-free or anything, or because there are many legends here, purely because he has heard that there are many living Buddhas here, and he wants to see the living Buddhas who are rich in mystery.

But after talking to the driver just now, Luo Feng knew that there were more than 1,000 living Buddhas in Tibet, and Luo Feng was sure that the driver's eldest brother's indifferent appearance made Luo Feng's whole person feel bad. Luo Feng suddenly had doubts about the purpose of his coming, but if he came, he also came, so it was better to take a good look here.

The night view of Lhasa is still good, and the bright lights shine on the prayer flags very beautifully. Lhasa is full of prayer flags and curtains, most of which are printed with scriptures and Buddha images, as well as some auspicious words representing the blessings and wishes of the Tibetan people.

Luo Feng's hotel is close to the old town of Lhasa, and this time to go out for a stroll is naturally to Barkhor Street near the Jokhang Temple.

Barkhor Street, also known as Octagon Street, is a street that radiates from outside the Jokhang Temple. It is a famous meridian and commercial center in Lhasa, which has preserved the traditional appearance and living mode of the ancient city relatively completely. The original street of Barkhor Street is just a single turning road around the Jokhang Temple, which the Tibetans call "the holy road". Now it has gradually expanded into a large area of old-fashioned old neighborhoods around the Jokhang Temple.

Barkhor Street is a polygonal street ring composed of Barkhor East Street, Barkhor West Street, Barkhor South Street and Barkhor North Street, with a circumference of about 1,000 meters, and many streets and alleys in the street. Here, you can see the customs of many Tibetans.

Tourism is also an important part of Tibet's development, and when night falls, the whole of Lhasa does not fall into darkness as it did hundreds of years ago, but becomes a pearl on the entire Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, a city that never sleeps.

All kinds of vendors are everywhere, all kinds of souvenirs, all kinds of Tibetan food. Luo Feng looked at everything around him curiously, taking pictures, and posting on Weibo, as if he had integrated into his current life. Colorful lights and noisy crowds have transformed an ancient city into a modern city.

This is a little different from what Luo Feng imagined, I want to write something, but it's too hypocritical to think about it. At night, Luo Feng didn't pay attention to when he returned to the hotel, and fell asleep in a daze.

During the day, Luo Feng set off again and did not go to the splendid Jokhang Temple. Rather, the streets around Barkhor Street, looking at the textured stone slabs and land, look more like traces of history. The dilapidated streets that have not been repaired are far more charming than the Jokhang Temple, and Luo Feng is like a recorder of history, carefully observing everything he sees.

The streets and alleys are very narrow, narrow like the vulgarity of history, and it will always only record the history of the high, not the ordinary world. In fact, Luo Feng didn't have any desire in his heart, and found something different, but it was purely his inner literature and art.

Turning street after street, in fact, this is an ordinary dwelling, Tibetans live here, and the scenery in Luo Feng's eyes is a place where others rely on to survive.

Luo Feng's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he couldn't help but stop at the portal in front of him, there were two wooden lanterns hanging in front of the door, and through the window in front of the door, he could vaguely see that there were many handicrafts placed inside. In such a street, there is such a shop, Luo Feng suddenly became interested, presumably this is a place with a story.

Knocking on the door gently, I heard Ying Yun Luo Feng walked in, this room is not big, about one or twenty square meters, the two sides of the room are full of wood carvings, in the middle of the room there is a traditional Tibetan charcoal stove, and in the iron kettle above is warm milk tea with fragrance. The smell of the fire and the quiet atmosphere made Luo Feng instantly fall in love with this place.

In front of the window, an old man was carefully carving an object with a knife in the sunlight outside, and it was vaguely clear that the carving was a small person.

"Guest, take a look first, my work is not finished yet."

"Old man, not busy, not busy."

There are many carvings in the house, there are all kinds of animals, mountains and trees, and pavilions, but everything is so realistic, sometimes what is precious is not the thing, but the meaning symbolized by the thing, at least what Luo Feng prefers is not these wood carvings, but the craftsmanship of this old gentleman.

I don't know how long it took, Luo Feng had already finished watching the scene of the house, and simply stood behind the old man and watched the old man meticulously carve, and the image of a cute and playful girl jumped into view, just this wood carving, you can see that the original form of the wood carving girl is definitely a beautiful girl.

"I'm sorry, when people get old, they will work slowly, so you will have to wait for a long time."

"It's worth waiting a long time to see the old man's craftsmanship."

The two smiled when they met, the old man glanced at Luo Feng fixedly, Luo Feng smiled calmly, his expression was relaxed and respectful, and the old man stretched out his hand: "My name is Tashi." ”

Luo Feng was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Luo Feng." ”

An ordinary house, but in any location, meeting is a kind of fate. (To be continued.) )