I remember that someone once said: People who want to go to Tibet are children.
I heard this sentence, my heart has pouring an inexplicable excitement. For the sacred and inviolable city. Standing in the city's bustling streets, surrounding urban noise reminds me of Tibet's colorful swing in the wind, and it is written in the wind, and it is pursted for Tibetan people in the wind. There is also a hard life that people live in love with the vitality. Once an occasional chance, I saw an article on the end of the world. I didn't think that someone would want to go to Tibet than I would like to be more helpless. Tibet is a fatal temptation for him. A mysterious plateau land has a unique Tibetan culture; there is also a Tibetan antelope in the blue sky and white; there is a Tibetan compatriots wearing a weird costume; there is also a Budala Palace hidden in the condense; there is an ancient The beautiful legend has passed the generation; there is also a devout pilgrimage people, some people say: the road of the three thousand miles, is the direction of home. ----- How many times, I have stepped into the magical land in my dreams. It is used to get harassment in the world. It is just a process of meeting, entanglement, separation, nostalgia, crying. I remembered the old friend of Tibet's top grain with a 16-year-old year. I went to Tibet, because there was a holy lake in Shenshan, I went to Tibet, because there was a Madan Winter, I was yearning to Tibet, because there was a blue sky ... often because I can't give up too much, I can't get it. It's so indulgence, this is living in the public in the world. I didn't even think about it, just when I thought of Tibet, my heart would be strong and agitation. Work up, cold entanglement. There is no longer a city in the city, and there will be no petals to fight. In the first summer, I got a long hair, my eyes passed through the narrow space of the city's cold house, and the slight stays not far from the depth high speed. I hope I can see that there is a car takes me to Tibet. The neon, quiet night, lonely soul in singing. At the beginning of the Hua Lan, I walked in the bustling edge, watching the car in this city. Like Han Hong's song, I like her with a bright voice to sing the snowy field, and I always think of her, think of Tibet. Bunch of long hair, taking a large bag, I am wandering in a strange city. At the end, I was just a child who left home, and the blood was in an uneasiness and imagustion. I want to go to Tibet, it is a constant dream. The moon came out, and the faint moon was quiet in the world. I looked up and gently opened my eyes to stepping on the dust, I continued to wandering in this strange city.
2004-03-22
