The days of staying at the inn are leisurely like water, and in the blink of an eye, Chinese New Year's Eve has arrived. At noon, Xiao Shi cooked a table of dishes, and several people trapped in the inn had a New Year's dinner. After the meal, model Xiao Lu said that he would go out for a walk, and he would come back in the evening to buy dumplings. Xiao Shi said that the elusive Xiao Lu may go. I said probably not, people are studying music in Australia, they can't speak out of tune, and they don't have scores.

At about five o'clock in the afternoon, Xiao Lu called and said that he was dragged by a friend to Dongga to fish and would not come back in the evening. Xiaoshi said that she thought it would be like that. Xiaoshi went to buy dumplings, the supermarket was closed, she asked all the way, and finally bought a bag of quick-frozen dumplings at a commissary, and in the evening, she finally followed the Chinese tradition and ate a Chinese New Year's Eve dumpling.

After eating the dumplings, Xiaoshi carried a small bag and asked a friend for a red envelope. Before leaving, she was afraid of being drunk by her friends, so I called her at nine o'clock and said that there was something at the inn that asked her to come back.

After Xiao Shi left, I began to toss the TV set in the inn. This TV with a lot of personality is as mysterious as the hiding place, you don't know when it's going to be out of the picture, when it's going to be out of the sound. When you're looking interested, it often gives you a basin of cold water. When you don't care, it keeps getting elated. In order to watch CCTV's Spring Festival Gala smoothly, I unplugged and reinserted various connecting cables according to Xiaoshi's guidance.

When I was in a hurry, a Hakka young man came to stay at the hotel. Because this year's Spring Festival coincides with the Tibetan New Year, Tibetans generally celebrate the Spring Festival and only celebrate their own Tibetan New Year. This Hakka boy came to Lhasa to see the Tibetans for the New Year. On this day, all the streets of Lhasa were empty, and all the Lhasa people went to the Jokhang Temple, the Jokhang Temple, the Drepung Temple, and the Potala Palace to pray for blessings, and some temples were open all night for this purpose. The power of faith is truly staggering.

Later, a family of three from Guangdong came to the inn, and it was the son who took his elderly parents to Lhasa for the New Year, but they did not know enough about Lhasa, and the whole family collectively "retired" after getting off the plane. Entering the inn, the family slept in the room.

The Hakka young man put down his luggage and went to the Jokhang Temple with his camera on his back to watch the Tibetans pray for blessings. He said he never watched CCTV's Spring Festival Gala.

I was left alone in the inn to watch CCTV and entertain myself.

At half past nine, I called Xiaoshi back. Xiao Shi's friend is very humorous, and the red envelope for Xiao Shi has eight dimes of one cent in it. As soon as Xiaoshi returned to the inn, she buried herself in grabbing red envelopes on the Internet. She said that she never watched CCTV's Spring Festival Gala, which was nonsensical.

The TV set on this day was very cooperative, fluently playing CCTV's Spring Festival Gala, and there was no jam once. But I still didn't get to see the TV in the end. First, Brother Happy called from Guangdong to pay New Year's greetings, and then called from Hong Kong for a family banquet. Then I called a few more friends to pay New Year's greetings, and when I put down the phone, CCTV's Spring Festival Gala was coming to an end, and the unforgettable melody that I had sung for decades was ringing again.

At this time, the sky of Lhasa lit up with countless fireworks, which was not to welcome the New Year, but to celebrate the arrival of the Tibetan New Year by Lhasa people.

This Chinese New Year's Eve, at the inn, everyone went their own way, and I was the only one who insisted on keeping the New Year. Until about one o'clock in the morning, the sky was full of snowflakes. I watched the fireworks that kept blooming on a snowy night, listened to the endless sound of firecrackers, and guarded a cup of tea, and the year passed like this.