The world here is so big that it seems to be close at hand, but it seems impossible to walk. The unknown flower of the plateau relieves the fatigue of travelers. Blue, purple, rich in color, extremely rare in the mainland, amazing.

Turning a mountain rock, a delicate pink color appeared in front of him, and Bai Zezhi asked loudly in surprise: "Brother Zhao, what kind of flower is that?"

"It's azaleas." Brother Zhao replied with a smile, holding the camera and taking a hard shot.

"Why do the azaleas here seem to be a little more beautiful?" Bai Zezhi muttered, "Also, the pine cones are purple," Bai Zezhi shouted strangely.

Everything here is so fresh and beautiful.

"Brother Zhao, look at the rainbow" Bai Zezhi pointed to the sky and jumped up excitedly.

The rainbow is so close that you can reach out and touch it. The vast world can let her run freely. The wind swept away her soul, and she seemed to be able to understand all the scriptures that fluttered in the wind.

She didn't feel like she had any more troubles. Between heaven and earth, people are so small, and their troubles are so insignificant and ridiculous. Life is so precious, and there is much more to be done. Or, do nothing but close your eyes, face the direction of the wind, and let the sun caress your cheeks.

A week later, they left for Lhasa.

Simba is completely healed and alive again. On the way, she was still entangled with Bai Zezhi: "Isn't it supposed to be the stone that the seventh generation has sat on, and the clouds that the seventh generation has seen?"

"I say six, six." Bai Zezhi said domineeringly.

"You really see a rainbow"

"Who's going to lie to you"

The two girls chattered and whispered along the way.

Out of Litang, the next stop is Mangkang, then Bangda, Ranwu, then Bomi, Bayi, and finally, it is to Lhasa, the city of sunlight.

Lhasa, the place where God dwells, is the closest thing to heaven. Bai Zezhi and Simba sometimes stayed in Potala Square, excited and inexplicable; sometimes shuttles through the crowd of people passing through Barkhor Street, passing by strangers; From time to time, I touched the warmth of the prayer cylinder in front of the Jokhang Temple, and I was shocked by the deep imprints left on the bluestone floor in front of the door.

Looking at the lingering incense, the ever-bright butter lamp, and the beautiful and sacred chanting sound in his ears, Bai Zezhi once again felt that his troubles were so insignificant.

They went to Maggie Ami, and Sister Yin said, "Actually, the taste is very ordinary." ”

Brother Zhao said: "No one cares about the taste, just for the story." ”

Simba smiled and said to Bai Zezhi: "You must like it here, there are footprints of the sixth generation here." ”

Bai Zezhi seemed to be thinking about something, and whispered to Simba: "Maybe it's just a rumor." It is said that there is no such record in the official history. And those poems of the Sixth Generation, translated from Tibetan into Chinese, there are many versions, and some of the texts cannot accurately express the original meaning in Chinese, as long as they are translated into Chinese, the meaning seems to change. It is said that those are all Buddhist poems, but they have been misinterpreted by the world. However, I don't know, these are things that can only be verified by experts. ”

They wandered around the Octagon Street and bought Tibetan-style mirror combs; I also went to a roadside stall to buy yogurt and potato fries, and ate them with relish, saying that "they are much better than foreign fast food fries"

Brother Zhao said, go and see the Lhasa River, there are still many birds.

Lhasa is a city built on a river valley, and the wide river divides the city into two parts, north and south. The South Bank is a traditional urban area with temples, attractions and major government offices. The North Shore has been much slower.