The color of Lhasa in Tibet, all the way to the west.

Tibet is very big, divided into the front and the back. The Tibet I have been to this time only belongs to Linzhi and Shannan areas in Lhasa. As I said before, the colors of Tibet are mainly blue in the blue sky, pure blue and indescribable blue. Let's call it purplish blue.

The colors in Tibet are navy blue, white clouds, Linzhi green, Lama red, and those on the outer walls of Tibetan buildings. Since 18, the summer holidays in recent years have been going west. /kloc-in 0/8, I went to western Sichuan. The color of western Sichuan is very beautiful. On the endless prairie, black and black-and-white yaks stroll on the green carpet. /kloc-in 0/9, I went to the west of Yunnan, where there were many mountains and pleasant climate, and everywhere I went, there were lush trees and fragrant flowers and fruits. I have been to the northwest for 20 years, and the yellow color of blue rape flowers in Qinghai Lake still lingers in my mind. Continue westward this year and see the different colors of the world.

The main city of Lhasa, the capital of Tibet, is not at an altitude of 3650, surrounded by gray mountains, barren and monotonous. Fortunately, the sky that looks up is pure to the extreme blue, and white clouds float in the air like snow. Pale yellow windows are embedded in the white exterior walls of shops on both sides of Lhasa Avenue, and a few footbridges are covered with bright and colorful patterns. We live in a homestay near Barkhor Street, which belongs to the ancient city. It takes a few minutes to get to Jokhang Temple Square. The Tibetan architecture in the ancient city is particularly beautiful. In addition to the golden prayer wheel of the temple, the colorful outer walls are enough to stop you. The golden exterior wall sparkles in the sun, the dark red exterior wall and the back-and-forth crimson Lama costume complement each other, and the white exterior wall looks a little rough, which is particularly quiet in colorful scenes. The aunts holding prayer wheels sat under the wall in groups of three and five, looking at the passing tourists with a serene face.

Strolling in Barkhor Street, I will look up at the sky, the clouds, the shops in front of me and the pedestrians around me. There are too many tourists in Barkhor Street, and the natural ancient city is very lively. It seems difficult to find a quiet corner under the pure blue sky, let alone Lhasa in the tourist season. I found a local sweet tea house and ordered a pot of sweet tea and a plate of fried potatoes. The decoration of Sweet Teahouse is very simple, that is, hanging some flannel around the roof. The dark red color looks dirty, and it is impossible to know if it is not dirty. It's just that there are a lot of Tibetans sitting in the teahouse and chatting casually with a pot of sweet tea, so time passes slowly. There are two Tibetan aunts sitting opposite us, whispering in incomprehensible Tibetan. I was cleaning up my stool, and I saw my aunt across the street give the begging uncle five dollars. The uncle immediately changed her four dollars and transferred to another table. It is said that Tibet is pure and soft, and it is a place where there is no lack of oxygen and no lack of faith. Sure enough, love is as simple as being loved. Then came an old woman with a small one on her back and a big one in her hand, standing at our table, her hands folded, mumbling something. Although I don't understand her, I know she is waiting for us to reach out. Fortunately, I had some change in my pocket when I went out. In the era of mobile payment, cash is a serious injury. I gave her five dollars, and I thought she would pay me back four dollars, just like the last scene. But no, she took the money, smiled at me and turned to another table. However, she rummaged through several tables, found nothing and left. To tell the truth, I was a little puzzled and funny at that time. I wonder that the scene I thought did not appear. It's interesting why I expect that scene to appear. In fact, it takes courage to pay and gain, and I seem to be looking for a balance between birth and WTO entry. There are always many entanglements in reality, so I went to a strange distance to seek self-help and self-awakening.

Out of the shop, the sky is still so blue, clouds come and go, and the sunshine of Barkhor Street flows forever. Many people are photographing Tibetan costumes, including my children. To tell the truth, the Tibetan costume in the camera is really beautiful, and the face with makeup is also very beautiful. There are exquisite faces in every corner near Jokhang Temple Square. Traveling thousands of miles here will always leave some marks on yourself, such as taking pictures. Of course, this has also ignited an industry. Although most people engaged in this industry are foreigners, they are at least contributing to the GPT in Tibet. But I always feel that there is something missing from those exquisite pictures in the camera, but I can't say.

When I saw the magnificent Potala Palace, my heart was really shocked. Potala Palace is located in the red mountain in the center of Lhasa. It is a 13-story palace building. It is a large palace-style building complex, which is divided into the White House and the Red Palace. The background map of RMB in 50 yuan is exactly the same as this. Although I have been familiar with this background for many years, I have been listening to the stories of Songzan Gambo and Princess Wencheng for many years. When you really get close to it, that feeling is beyond words. It is said that the exterior wall of the White House is painted with yak milk powder. I don't know if it's true or not. I only remember that my mind was full of poems by Cangyang Jiacuo. He said that turning mountains into water and pagodas into treasures, while I changed to buses; He said he didn't fix the afterlife, but met you on the road, but I didn't fix the afterlife, but met myself on the road ... Riding on the streets of Lhasa, the wind at night blew a little coolness, so he remembered Cangyang Jiacuo's poem: Wandering on the streets of Lhasa, I am the most beautiful lover in the world ... Red and white are like imprisoned colors to you, and after breaking free, they disappear into the blue of Qinghai Lake.

Tibet is a place with strong religious beliefs. There are many temples here, and butter lamps are available all year round. Every Buddhist festival, men, women and children come to the temple, holding ghee in their hands and adding a little to each lamp in each hall until the supply is exhausted. Many believers kowtowed in Jokhang Temple Square early in the morning. It's a pity that I didn't witness this spectacular scene with my own eyes because of the epidemic.

Therefore, whether it is a golden wall or a dark red wall, it is always so harmonious in Tibet. Perhaps this is the charm of religious belief.