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The car arrived in Lhasa on the sixteenth day!
The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau gave Xiao Lang an unprecedented shock and baptism. It was a pure land, with dry air, natural scenery, and uncontrollable beauty. Along the way, he let go a lot. Sometimes, people really need this. A walking one!
It was afternoon when we arrived in Lhasa, and Xiao Lang finally had some altitude sickness! But it didn¡¯t matter, the two of them took a short rest and then went to the Jokhang Temple.
The Jokhang Temple is located in the center of Lhasa. It is a temple built by Songtsen Gampo when he married a Nepalese princess. It is dedicated to the statue of Sakyamuni Buddha brought by the princess. It is recognized as the beginning of Tibetan Buddhism!
** is a place shrouded in faith, and Tibetan Buddhism has penetrated into almost everyone's life.
There are many temples of various kinds, the most famous of which is of course the Jokhang Temple. The layout and orientation of the Jokhang Temple is different from that of Han Buddhist temples. Its main hall faces east and west. The main hall is four stories high, with auxiliary halls on both sides. The layout and structure reproduces the ideal cosmic model of the mandala mandala in Buddhism. The main Buddhist halls in the temple include Sakyamuni Hall, Master Tsongkhapa Hall, Songtsen Gampo Hall, Bandan Lhamo Hall (the protector of the Gelug Sect), God Sheep Remu Jem Hall, and Tibetan King Hall. etc. There are various wood carvings and murals in the temple, all of which are exquisite. The air is filled with the aroma of butter, and Tibetans worship and pray devoutly.
Potala Palace, Jokhang Temple, Ramoche Temple, this circle is the route for turning around.
Xiao Lang and Chen Mo followed the occasional Buddhist disciples and tourists as they turned around the prayer buckets.
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Tomorrow they will set off to the pastoral area. Standing in the square, looking at the Potala Palace embedded in the clouds, Xiao Lang felt peaceful in his heart, and a strange sense of joy rose up, suppressed in his heart on the cold plateau!
Many Tibetans have now settled down, and their pastoral methods are too old and are no longer suitable for the current era.
"Tashi Delek!" Xiao Lang and Chen Mo got into the family's tent, which was covered with thick cowhide. There were two middle-aged Tibetans and a girl of twelve or thirteen years old, with healthy plateau red on her cheeks. , eyes as clear as grapes soaked in water.
The family has their own house not far away. This is just the place where they conduct business for tourists. Like Xiao Lang and Chen Mo, tourists from Han Dynasty are willing to get into the tent to drink a cup of hot butter tea or mare kumiss, and eat Order beef, mutton and tsampa.
This family knows Chen Mo. She also stayed here the first two times she came here. Moreover, when the little girl was sick, it was Chen Mo who treated her. Because it was just a minor illness, the spare medicine Chen Mo prepared could be cured. But in the eyes of this Tibetan family, Chen Mo is a very good "Han friend"!
As soon as the two people entered the tent, Xiao Lang felt a different kind of closeness, which was conveyed from the bottom of his heart. After all, even if you say that nomads are hospitable, they will not be close to everyone for no reason.
"Dawa!" The owner obviously spoke Chinese fluently. Chen Mo hugged the little girl who was approaching, turned to Xiao Lang and said, "Dawa means the moon!"
Xiao Lang nodded, "Hello, Dawa!"
I took out a small wooden elephant from the big red backpack on my back. I bought this when I was in Thailand last time. It is very exquisite!
"Give it to you!"
Dawa¡¯s rosy face obviously turned redder. She liked this gift very much, but she felt she shouldn¡¯t accept it!
Qiangba, his father looked at Chen Mo, then nodded towards her, then turned around and took out a short Tibetan knife from the box and gave it to Xiao Lang. Xiao Lang accepted it and liked it very much!
"Huh?" Xiao Lang saw what Dawa said in Chen Mo's ear, and Chen Mo looked over with a smile.
"Dawa said that he has never seen such a good-looking man!"
Xiao Lang was stunned, looking at Dawa who was shyly buried in Chen Mo's arms, he couldn't help laughing, "Hehehe!"
Qianba and his wife also laughed, "We have never seen such a good-looking man, more beautiful than a woman!"
This is pure appreciation. They don¡¯t know that Xiao Lang is a star, but they sincerely think that this person is good-looking and a kind-faced person!
Chen Mo looked at Qiangba's family admiring Xiao Lang's appearance in amazement, and suddenly felt a little proud for no reason, "Dawah, did you know? Brother Xiao Lang is one of those stars on TV. He often appears on TV, and he also Sing!"
Dawa¡¯s eyes widened. After holding it in for a long time, he shyly said, ¡°Dawa can also sing!¡±
"Haha!" Xiao Lang looked at Chen Mo, laughing up and down, and stopped after a while, "I heard that Tibetans can sing. Can Dawa sing a song for us?"
"Okay!" Dawa nodded.
Chen Mo knocked her little head. I remember that the last time she came here, she asked Dawa to sing, but the little girl was still unwilling!
"My Dawa sings the best!" Qiangba proudly said to Xiao Lang, "She never sings for tourists."
Xiao Lang was a little flattered and felt proud of the little girl's blue eyes. He straightened up and was ready to listen to Dawa singing.
Dawa sang a song in Tibetan. Xiao Lang couldn't understand the meaning, but the tune was very auspicious and distant, as if it were a song praying to God. Dawa has a high voice and sings very beautifully. Even a professional like Xiao Lang enjoys it extremely.
When the song ended, Dawa shyly hid behind her mother.
Xiao Lang and Chen Mo applauded warmly!
"Xiao Lang, can you sing a song too?" Chen Mo suddenly suggested.
Xiao Lang did not refuse, beckoned Dawa to sit next to him, and sang a folk song from Southeast Asia, which was probably meant to praise the beauty of girls. Xiao Lang's voice was extremely beautiful, and his singing skills were not what Dawa could do. Incredibly, this song left the Jamba family, who love singing, stunned!
Music is the best way to get to know each other besides language, in this land! The five of them had a great time communicating in Tibetan, English and Chinese. There was no obstacle. Xiao Lang was knowledgeable, he had dabbled in folk songs from all over the world, and he could pick up popular songs at his fingertips. The whole tent was filled with the smell of butter. Here, the most beautiful sound is ringing!
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