Stepping on the way home again, Mei Ying's heart was ethereal, it turned out that there was no need to talk too much, too much to say was cumbersome and cumbersome, a sentence can make people think about it, and a word can also make everything in this world light in an instant. She can imagine Hadron's madness and frustration, but time will always fade away, and when the wind and dust are swept away, there are also those sorrows and joys of the past. No one can stand still in time, the ruthless time is always plundering all of us, the youthful face, the burning feelings, the obsession of love, all of this is insignificant in the face of time, all so vulnerable.

When she got home, she called Yan Ling first, she said last time that a relative opened a beef jerky processing factory in Lhasa, and now she needs to recruit some business personnel to sell, including food and accommodation, and also has a basic salary, and is ready to sell the products abroad. Mei Ying felt that this was a good choice, starting everything from scratch and making her life glow again. Let's fly over and take a look first, everything has to be done on the spot. Hearing is false, seeing is believing.

Listening to Yan Ling calling her cousin, Mei Ying went to buy a ticket for the next day, she never procrastinates in doing things, always does what she says, she has been sinking for too long for more than a year, she needs a challenging job to stimulate the energy in her heart, and she needs a job to support herself. There was no money left in the drawer, and there were less than five hundred dollars left in her bag after the money for the plane ticket, and the battle had to be successful, otherwise she wouldn't even have the money to go home. She just has to force herself to the point where there is no way out, and she can only add another brilliant stroke to her destined extraordinary life.

Too many partings have made her no longer think that waving is reluctant and heavy, brisk on the road, she is going to a distant and mysterious place, her heart is like the wings of an airplane become light, finally come out, finally throw all the sorrow into the clouds, when she lands, she will be greeted by a new world and future.

Mei Ying took a plane for the first time, but she didn't have the slightest sense of curiosity, she had passed the age of curiosity, and now she only had meaninglessness and fearlessness in her heart, if she couldn't bear the weight of life, it was better to put it down. The next time I pick it up, I already have a calloon on my hand, and my hand will feel much less pain. Looking out the window, the route is so beautiful, there are snow-capped mountains far and near, and the snow is like a quilt on the mountain, covering the bare mountain, just like the snow-white quilt on her and Leng Xu's body in that winter...... Alas, how do you miss him again, don't you want to let go? Then thoroughly, don't wake him up again.

After getting off the plane, Mei Ying didn't feel any discomfort, seeing many people with shortness of breath, and some people kept vomiting, she felt that she was simply amazing, and her mood was very happy, this place should be something she could adapt to and like. Walking out of the world's highest airport, she took a deep breath, even the air in this plateau is a different kind of clear, accustomed to seeing the not very clear sky of the Chengdu Plain, looking at the blue sky, she knows what a clear sky is at this moment. This "Sunshine City" has sunny skies all year round, rainfall is scarce, there is no severe cold in winter, no heat in summer, the climate is pleasant, and it is a famous cultural city with a long history. After settling down, she must go to feel the unique folk customs and strong religious colors here.

For more than a year, I have been accustomed to hailing a car, a taxi stopped in front of her, told the driver the address, I didn't expect people to ask her for 180 yuan fare, Mei Ying was a little dumbfounded, this is too expensive, from Gonggar Airport to Lhasa City, the driver said that there are more than 90 kilometers, it will take more than an hour to arrive by car, to cross the Yajiang River, Gala Mountain, Lhasa River, and two bridges, she made an appointment with Yan Ling's cousin to wait in the Potala Palace Square, and now she understands why people are reluctant to come to the airport to pick her up. The luggage is all put away, let's bite the bullet, anyway, when you get to the destination, you can't spend money on food and accommodation. It is better to take a leisurely taxi to Lhasa than to sit on the noisy shuttle, and the smell of butter tea on the plane is really a little pungent.

Along the way, the sky is clear and refreshing, the mountains are majestic, and the beauty of Mount Emei is different kind of spectacular and steep. Every mountain that catches his eye is rough, like a mountain villager, with bare arms, open and broad chest, and the corners of his mouth raised, waiting for his lover to come to an appointment on the banks of the Brahmaputra River. This is a kind of primitive feeling, the rough lines are more straightforward, and it also gives people a kind of fiery openness. The mountains and rivers here are pristine ecological environments that have not been harvested and abused by humans, and even the outlines of the clouds on the mountains are so clear. Looking at the clear river beside the road, Mei Ying really wanted to get out of the car to feel the biting coolness. The air was so good, the car couldn't see any dust when it ran, and when the window was rolled down, Mei Ying shouted loudly to the high sky, "Lhasa, I'm coming!" Potala Palace, I'm coming! Cangyang Gyatso, I'm coming! ”

Mei Ying likes Cangyang Gyatso's poems, and she always touches the depths of her soul. "In that life, I turned mountains and rivers and pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but to meet you on the way." "In that life, I climbed 100,000 mountains, not to cultivate the next life, but to meet you on the road. It's just that on that night, I forgot everything, abandoned my faith, and abandoned reincarnation, just because the rose that once cried in front of the Buddha had long lost its old luster. So, the Buddha said: Forget, forget. In Mei Ying's heart, Cangyang Gyatso is a man who is like a fan, one says that he died young, and the other says that he lived to be in his sixties after running away from the escort. He used the most sincere compassion to make the laymen in the mortal world feel that Buddhism is not unattainable, and his maverick behavior allowed Mei Yingling to receive the true teachings, but such a passionate monk with outstanding talents was finally abandoned by history.

Walking all the way, there is a feeling of feeling all the way, and from time to time I see people who worship the Buddha on the road, looking at their knees, Mei Ying can't help but be in awe. She still doesn't believe in Buddhism, and she doesn't have the mind of a Buddha, but she is more and more convinced that life does require faith.

When she arrived, she finally saw the Potala Palace, which was the temple in Mei Ying's heart, and at this moment she finally had to see her face. This Songtsen Gampo for the princess Wencheng built the palace fort, the momentum is majestic, according to the mountain barrier, the group of buildings overlap, the palace is saga, those solid piers and thick granite walls, the white horse grass wall collar of matsutake mushrooms, the golden and brilliant golden roof. The whole palace is composed of three colors: red, white, and yellow, and the stark contrasts and chromatic differences are dazzling. The building form of the subdivision and the layer-by-layer interlocking embodies the unique style of ancient Tibetan architecture and the charming architectural skills that make people marvel.

Mei Ying looked up at this magnificent palace, her eyes revealed the worship of the saint, the original picture and the entity are so different, worthy of the world cultural heritage, she must go up in two days, she wants to do the most intimate contact with this magnificent palace, she wants to stroll between each pillar, to feel the cultural connotation of the palace itself and the extension of the air through the sky.

Seeing the pillar on the side of the square, Mei Ying stood there as agreed before, waiting for the person who came to pick her up.