Tibetan Travel Notes Composition 1
Summer vacation is always colorful. With cicadas singing and scorching sun, I packed my bags and left Shanghai for Tibet, a natural paradise in my heart.
Tibet, a natural holy land, opened a corner of its mysterious screen for me.
The plane flew to Lanzhou, the train passed through Qinghai, experienced a cold to a high fever, experienced a hard seat to a soft sleeper, and finally arrived in Tibet. From the railway station, there are no tall buildings in the city. The simple buildings are simple, and the streets are full of Tibetans in Tibetan robes shaking their prayer wheels and reading Buddhist scriptures devoutly.
An endless prairie
Cars are driving on the highway, with endless grasslands and mountains on both sides. You see, herds of cattle and sheep are scattered on the grassland, and black and white flowers are blooming on the green: frolicking lambs; Young steed; Leisurely old cow ... Close your eyes comfortably and feel the breath of nature. What a beautiful picture! In this natural atmosphere, I feel the tranquility that the city does not have, Anton. I learned the beauty of nature.
Landscape tour
The benevolent Leshan, the wise happy water.
Mount Everest stands proudly in front of me, emitting a cold and majestic atmosphere, which makes people have an impulse to worship. It holds the sky and touches the ground. The rolling water of the Yarlung Zangbo River rolled under its feet, flapping the rubble, splashing white water and roaring into the distance. Unlike the tenderness of Jiangnan water town, there is no beautiful scenery, only the monstrous momentum and majestic roar. This is the momentum that children in China should have!
A pilgrim's paradise
The temple is covered with red ancient tiles and golden thresholds. One Lama fed a bowl of food to the strong Tibetan mastiff, and the other solemnly rang the bell and muttered something to himself. The pilgrims kowtowed in three steps, nine steps and one stride. What a devout believer! Where else is this belief besides Tibet? I feel the power of faith. With faith, I have a goal and a more wonderful life. I know what faith is!
Tibet, a natural paradise, may not be so gorgeous, but it has a convincing sense of worship. Standing between heaven and earth, only in Tibet can we feel the smallness of people and the vastness of heaven and earth. Only in Tibet can we understand the beauty of life; Only in Tibet can we appreciate how majestic other mountains look under the sky. Is to feel the harmony between man and biology.
Tibetan travel notes composition II
My father is a soldier in the Tibet Military Region. A few days ago, my father and several military uncles picked up cars in Emei Mountain, Guang 'an and Chengdu to form a motorcade, ready to take the Sichuan-Tibet line (the southern line) and return to Qamdo, Tibet. The motorcade consists of 17 military vehicles. Seen from a distance, it looks like a long green dragon. How magnificent! Those soldiers look brave, too!
We started from Chengdu, walked for four hours, crossed Erlangshan Tunnel and arrived in Ganzi Prefecture. The scorching sun hung high in the air, and sweat soaked our clothes. The sky here is very blue, a bit like the sky in Tibet.
When we arrived at Luding Bridge, I remembered the movie Flying over Luding Bridge and how brave the soldiers were.
On Gols Mountain, yaks are eating sweet grass, and beautiful and colorful wild flowers are blooming all over the vast grassland. The herdsmen's house is different from ours, but it's beautiful!
Scissors bend the mountain constantly, yaks compete with each other (bullfighting), birds chirp and sing beautiful songs, and eagles hover in the air, as if giving us a wonderful performance.
When we arrived at the Jinsha River, we saw that the river was calm and seemed to welcome us. The seemingly calm river, when you look closer, actually has many eddies. The sun shines on the Jinsha River like a layer of gold; At the same time, according to the lake on the right, it is green and then turns white, which seems to be magical to us.
After crossing the Jinsha River Bridge, we came to Tibet. The sky here becomes bluer, as blue as the blue ocean; White clouds are whiter, as white as sweet cotton candy.
We are turning over Jiaoba Mountain. The mountain is high and steep, and it is very difficult to walk. It took us several hours to walk dozens of kilometers. The weather is not beautiful at this time, it is raining! The road that was difficult to walk is even harder now. A group of goats are also busy hiding from the rain under a big stone. They gave in to each other. I think they are really smart and polite.
When I came to Dongdashan, I saw nothing but a vast expanse of whiteness. It's snowing Snow covers the earth, and it is snowing heavily. Although snow makes me feel cold, I like it very much. Pieces of white snow fell down like lovely elves. How nice! The naivety in Tibet is amazing. It was just a sunny June day at the foot of the mountain. How did it suddenly become a world of ice and snow as soon as it reached the top of the mountain? I was so excited that I couldn't help taking pictures of this wonderful scenery!
When I arrived at Bonda Airport, my father told me, "This is the airport with the highest altitude and the longest runway in the world." Along the way, I saw many lovely groundhogs digging holes. Over Langlashan and Lianlashan, along the Lancang River, I finally arrived in Changdu.
This trip went over mountains and mountains, waded through mountains and rivers, spent spring, summer, autumn and winter, and enjoyed the wonderful scenery of the motherland. This is really a pleasant trip.
Tibetan travel notes composition 3
Standing on the observation deck of the 4,998-meter-long Yang Zhuo Yongcuo Lake, behind them are prayer flags for hunting and dancing. The lake at the foot is as flat as a mirror and as colorful as Daiyu. In the distance, the sky blue is intoxicating, the clouds are swarming, and the snowy peaks are faint like bathing girls, which makes people afraid to look straight.
There are tourists on the observation deck, and women scream and scream and don't hide their discomfort. My generation pretended to be calm, breathed quietly, and tried to maintain a little dignity of men.
Bypass the lakeside expressway and go to Naiqin Sangkang Xuefeng. Near the long wetland, golden yellow plateau chrysanthemums are scattered among meadows. A few bouncing birds, three or five yaks and six or seven Tibetan pigs are leisurely foraging in the flowers and grass, or lazily walking on the road. It has nothing to do with me. Even if I am so leisurely, my expression is naturally the biggest between heaven and earth.
Go straight to the front of Naiqin Sangkang Peak, which is too close to breathe. Looking up, thin ice and snow particles hit my face, and it hurts faintly. Under the shadow of the cloud, Xuefeng veils her face, shyly unbuttoning her chest, and her fatty skin beats in front of her eyes, forgetting to breathe and even her heartbeat. The affection and frivolity between that glance quietly fermented in your heart the impulse to hold her in your arms for a long time. Your blood vessels are bursting, and your breath is like a gallop. Bad, Van Gogh, how can you get close to beauty without cost?
Cloth palace stands tall, walking in the crowd of devout worshippers, shocking the bones and reaching the depths of the soul, where dare to talk and laugh impudently.
Going up layer by layer, looking around from room to room, people and Buddhism, monks and customs gather in one room, piety and strategy, love and truth are combined in one thing, and there is no falsehood. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
There is no snow peak here, but it seems to be the closest to the sky; This is a secular place, but I hear the whispers of the Buddha. The only remaining simplicity and piety of mankind lies in the life and growth of believers. * * * life and sympathy between monks and civilians; The deviation and fear of love and wisdom, the haste and eternity of life and death will make people know more about the unique treasure that has been immersed in their hearts for a long time. I hope that greed will never stop.
Sadly, the obsession of our generation is used to measuring the world of Buddha by human mind. I think towers, fire, sky, water and earth are all going to be buried, which is by no means the Buddha's opinion. Who says Buddha is willing to bear the worship of all beings?
Perhaps because of this, the Buddha has been constantly transforming all beings for thousands of years, or the Buddha has long understood that man does whatever he wants, and his strength and rank are always accompanied by the destruction and rebirth of civilization?
Going to Linzhi feels like the way back to earth from heaven. Although the sky is still intoxicating blue, the water is still as colorful as Daiyu. As the mountains turn around the water, the altitude is already very low, and the air is getting wet. The wind is not so cold, and the river on the roadside is beating more happily. I didn't notice that the clouds casually draped over the waist and shoulders of the backward mountain of Mercedes-Benz, reflecting more and more bustling trees. Magnificence has been unable to stop the charming replacement and enchanting distribution. If you don't feel it personally and don't believe it, the plateau will not lose to Jiangnan, which can be described as a flower and a world, a scene and a day.
I remember on the plane from Xi 'an to Lhasa, looking down from the chord window, the mountains were stacked in the gap between the turbulent clouds and curtains. All the way to the west, the lush people are gradually lost, the gray sandstone ravines are endless, and the architecture and latitude have inadvertently become desolate and magnificent oil paintings. After years of painstaking efforts by Princess Wencheng, I just need to sit in the clouds and travel between two different civilizations with a cup of tea. In a trance, at Lhasa airport, looking at the distant mountains, there is no color, bare like a strong man showing his muscles in the wilderness. The blue sky and white clouds on the plateau are surging, and the snow peaks are looming, which is very charming. It's definitely not a concerned woman peeking at her lover's body, hiding her face shyly for a while, staring at her with a bold smile for a while, and all kinds of amorous feelings are scattered all over the sky.
Prosperity and vastness confront each other, and lewdness and purity depend on each other. Between different worlds, there are many stories that have been expected by history for thousands of years, and there are also passwords for the existence and changes of different civilizations in the Spring and Autumn Period. The mystery has quietly wrapped up the unrestrained self-righteousness just now.
Turning to the title page of history, the plateau snowfield 18,000 years ago was actually the birthplace of all human Buddhism, and the ancient elephant male culture gave birth to the Mahayana root instrument-the ancient elephant male Buddha of Bonism in Yongzhong. Until the rise of Tubo, in the 7th century A.D., Songtsan Gampo merged and unified all the ministries in Tibet, introduced Buddhism into India and China, established a powerful Tubo dynasty, and the ancient elephant-male country disappeared, but the elephant-male culture permeated with the integration and growth of religious culture on the snowy plateau.
Now it seems that despite the dazzling aura of diplomats and politicians, there is no doubt that Songzan Gambu is indeed a smart man who can't afford to lose. Marry Nepali Princess Chizun and bring her to siddhattha gotama at the age of 8, and marry Princess Wencheng of Datang 12 and bring her to siddhattha gotama. In the name of consanguinity, Prince Rao Xinmiwo won the frontier peace while winning back the beauty, and spread the Tathagata Buddhism of primitive Bonism in the snow, but he was also the past teacher of Sakyamuni Buddha, a Buddhist from India and China. Amazingly, after thousands of years of twists and turns, Buddhism and Buddhism are in the same strain after all, but regardless of people's will, they have been marked with humanities, economy and politics in different historical periods.
This blending, infiltration and fermentation of humanities, economy, politics and religion has been brewing intoxicating fragrance of different civilizations in the historical process and regional existence of mankind, and has never stopped. What remains unchanged is human nature and initial heart, and there is no good or evil. The driving force of this process comes from the collision of human nature, primitive individuals and overall needs. Explained by modern science, it can probably be regarded as the circular integration of human heart and human nature between the right and wrong state of Nash equilibrium. In any case, although strength and rank can interpret the historical logic of "the winner is king", the survival wisdom of biological groups won by * * * finally contributed to the beauty of Nash equilibrium in most times of human civilization in the historical time machine.
At the foot of the snow peak, look up at the Buddha's eyes and listen to the echo of heaven. I don't know if it is because of the emptiness and vastness of the plateau snow, which breeds mystery and awe in my heart; Or the mystery and awe of the snowy civilization, which adds to the ethereal and broadened horizons of the plateau snow scene. Why do you have to be persistent, reflecting in the air, kneeling for a long time without seeking your heart; Peace of mind, there is a Buddha, and nothing will be regenerated.
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