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I can't be dusty notes seem to remember some of the past were already empty, I'm just passing by, because I don't want to find.

I know many of the things I look for not that many things are met, or brushed past me. So I'm going to go back, I am not in a strange place to greet, because not compatible, you may be able to accept, but in a familiar environment in his home, even if it is a lonely, or somewhere else than in shame. There are always some place where souls arrive, there are always some mountain we can not be over. I recall when I share a moment of pleasure, fun and lasting nourish my soul, which meant I was like, I was passing by.

Twilight in the flute, someone is talking, flute melody is old, very old, belong to another era.

A place that can be used as a family is happy feeling, you can rest and have no sense of wandering. The day I saw a frame is covered with an orange flowers, autumn days of deep, really went so fast. My record is not in vain, although you will never be visible. Charlestown, time seemed to last a long time, many have come to pass. I watched overnight lights, take the water, everything is unpredictable.

The Garden opened in pots of flowers, is always open, easy to grow quickly on the wane, and can't wait to bear fruit.

There is no sufficient nutrients or care too much?, Tim at home, make people feel very comfortable. But this stability, I wonder if someday be the wind back and forth, shaken. Vagabond's affair, is the soul of a gene, so long as the wind, active, beguile. In an empty White Sun River walk, incitement.

After some place, meet some people that encounter some event, are gradually some fuzzy, just leave a point light marks in the mind.

A way of life, have you seen the one person you met, one evening, you sit in a strange land, incomparable window sill is close to the Sun. Close to the one you are strange people and life. But the dream is to win at arrival, when I returned from westbound, I think, have a place for a dream.

Primary impression

There is a place that everyone tried to incite, to go you will receive.

Many of the photographs from many sights, imagine that is a real paradise, there are a lot of people came there, many people stay there. I know a man, was said to her every year to the repository. Later, she opened a restaurant in Lhasa, and married a Tibetan people.

I would like to have the opportunity to see and understand that when the swallows want to leave to go, I and she agreed to mate.

To go, had a few near deep autumn. Earlier, just pass the train, a large number of people flock to, in order to stagger the flow of people, so repeated drag-and-slave.

Swallow made a detailed plan, but I plan on all are very foolish, like my life cannot step by step.

I think that any plan to change from time to time, is far better than not go to plan. The swallow is a Buddhist, it is said that her passing through Tibet, the arduous environments-love. Maybe that kind of environment has experienced a sense of achievement, or for a contrast to the psychological needs of life. She said the only continuously suffer, to feel happy.

In all about Tibet impression words, too many are subjective impression, even if there had been a repository of books and bound leather kitsch.

Or exaggerated their arduous journey, to increase the number of fear, or dry, dust-like floor for a long time. In my imagination, that is a poor environment, the climate was harsh religious veil of light, where people's austere, heart clean and beautiful. I believe that not everyone can get there, not everyone needs to get there, not everyone is suited to there. It's just one place, a bit special, there are different, each with the purpose to it can go. Or walk passing, or settle in the pilgrimage, or challenge, or other various,,,,

And, I just walked through the pass, but ever since, I think: in some places, only suitable for dream.

Not every place we are to arrive, you will need to arrive.

Limited time, we boarded the plane.

6 am to catch a plane is a silly thing, finally dark sky in haste on the plane. Forecast says there's rain, with clothes are all winter, as was repeatedly urged, warmth than anything else. Sleepy clothes and sleeping bag filled with a knapsack, originally to be accustomed to a man's walk, but here is a non-Peter, harsh environment, anything can happen, at the material time will need to help each other. Facts prove that swallows is an interesting and reliable companion, as she claimed it was a super efficient plateau ass.

Aircraft in the snow peak can be seen through the cloud, by successively rangrang cloud to cloud to see bald lofty mountains, crossing rivers region and, in addition to the mountain or Hill, endless mountains, heart unhappy up indefinitely, as no marginal sea facing, vague fear no snuggle.

The aircraft, the face of a clear sky, the Sun in the sky blue transparent, Akira's eye.

Found via e-NET booking hotel, throw down your luggage, through a slow streets, only to find the hotel price is too poor.

Hotel waiter is Sichuan people, all under the banner of money-making idea, deceive deception we to $ 600 to buy the tickets the Potala Palace. The evening arrives at the Potala Palace, was kind enough to tell you that tomorrow can be queued on a first-pick a number, the number is written with a ball-point pen in hand, and then under number bought the ticket, that was two days later.

Early the next day from the hotel, the hotel waiter doesn't take being seeing us.

4-star hotel services and facilities of all see star that it is only through this the hotel e long.

In a human behind the Dragon, finally got the tickets on the Potala Palace.

Leads to the Palace on the edge of the stage is full of grassland, and ad-hoc open small yellow flowers. Walking through itPeople have gone, just leave the stage, the bird and flower seeds of weeds, self-support and in people walking footprints grow and blossom, inform a year long and deep in the wild. At the bottom right side of the Palace, one side being renovated.

People who entered the engraved and various sizes of Ladakh, the temple has the kind of deep story, I cannot know, only one is a granary shutter mtsho let palaces God turned people can close people.

Here it is said that he stupa statue is not, a thousand Buddha and a large number of gods, unable to go to identify who is who. Time so limited, the crowd crowded clusters. Far bottom unsightly, perhaps better than depth. Hear about the future of the day, because the Palace bear too much pressure, will no longer allow people to come to a close look at. Swallow obsessed watching the stupa of various color gemstones, infinite admiration, last sigh: how valuable things. All images, ghee breathing atmosphere, all offsite, everything hurriedly skimming of unsightly, Akira's colorful face and figure, all to rejoice and obsessed with admiration of the eyes, are moments of lively and bustling. Precipitation in the depths of the years, is unable to perceive everything cannot be seen.

Through Lhasa, which in the eyes of my hasty, is a city of immigrants.

All the original features of seems to have been retained. The outsiders who seek life here, here, or love, or hate here. Only the Potala Palace, in constant vigil over ' attitude, high overlooking the abyss, close to the sky.

I love this city, I just love this Palace.

Its signs and stories, its treasures and lost, it went through the storm and audience of caixia, it witnessed a number of years of circulation, the bucket for xingyi still exist, so I let him and worship. Swallows beneath the Palace, told himself: when the Sixth Dalai Lama bin Yang mtsho, back from the great Palace slipped out and beloved girl in a small tea house walk, look back at the Potala Palace is a wonderful thing? good? is the Palace's paradise, or a person who creep of siege, lives in it's people like you, in simple or complex psychological process, several people can really aware, not to mention at this point, other such non-how much time and space. Only this section live love, there is one of the lines, bewildered, theft of joy.