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Seda, I read, I think and I dream. I heard that I should see it in my dream. Seda, I will see it eventually. I heard that faith is a bright light in my heart, illuminating my soul.

So, can I light the lamp in my heart here?

The van moved forward in the loud Tibetan singing of the driver's eldest brother, and we soon arrived at the Buddhist College. The first time I saw so many people, I was instantly shocked! It turns out that we came at the right time, and the biggest dharma meeting of the year-Blissful Dharma will be met by us unexpectedly! Because the gate and the road are still being repaired, it has been a stone slag road for a long time, and the dust is flying all over the sky, but it does not affect people's enthusiasm for attending the law conference.

My uncle and I got off the bus and were ready to move on. Until that moment, I still didn't know his name. Anyway, everyone cooperated well along the way. This is also the first time I have walked alone so many times and met such a tacit understanding person. Uncle seems to know everyone very well. When he catches a person in the vast sea of people, he asks about the Buddhist College. Unfortunately, that person happened to be Ge Jun who was about to leave the Buddhist College. Uncle really chatted with everyone, so he hooked up with Brother Jun and dragged me in. Brother Jun suddenly changed his mind and decided to go back to the Buddhist College with us.

I was blocked by a sea of people as soon as I entered the gate, and many Tibetan children asked me for money.

Brother Jun warned me: "You can't give them money. You give them a shout, and a group of Tibetan children will surround you. " . Don't look at them, the daily income is sometimes higher than ours. "

"Can't give, give will only spoil them. They are now spoiled by former tourists. " Uncle looks serious.

Children are clever enough to observe what they say. Seeing that they are so direct, I want to change things. "Sister, you can change your kettle and watch it with us." These little guys reacted quickly and raised some Buddhist jewelry in their hands.

In fact, looking at these dirty children, I really can't bear to put my hand in my bag. But Brother Jun and Uncle spoke, so I had to give up. Fortunately, Tibetan children are not as entangled as they are, and I have stepped up my pace to keep up with the pace of military brothers.

Actually, I followed my uncle, and I really wanted to laugh when I watched him dragging his suitcase through the crowd. Because I always carry a backpack when I go out, it is convenient to walk, especially in plateau areas; The uncle is carrying a SLR bag and dragging a black suitcase about 20 inches. Pedestrians can't move in the sea of people, and it is a plateau above 3500 meters above sea level, and every step is suffocating. Although it is a cement road, it is rugged and inclined, and every step is uphill. Such a road, even in the plain, is a laborious thing, let alone a plateau.

I watched my uncle struggling behind, and I couldn't bear to ask, "Why don't I help you drag it for a while?"

Uncle gasped and said, "No, just follow us. Don't get lost." I finally couldn't help laughing at the way he dragged his suitcase for breath. Then he smiled and walked away, leaving a helpless uncle.

I walked quickly forward and said to my uncle, "Take your time. I'll catch up with Brother Jun first, and we'll wait for you in front." .

Brother Jun also carried two bags, which looked light, but it was much more convenient for him to carry them back and forth. The farther you go, the more obvious the red color is, shining brilliantly in the morning fog. In the morning of Buddhist college, there is smoke everywhere, and the visibility is not high. Fortunately, the three of us have a tacit understanding, and we all go in tandem. Under such circumstances, I can still maintain a high interest because of the red house I miss in my heart, the beautiful scenery in my uncle's eyes and the wonders in the lens of the military brother.

Later, I learned that the two people I met during the trip were not ordinary photographers. Brother Jun is a professional photographer and has his own studio. I have an ordinary mobile phone in my hand. I bought a card machine a few years ago and I don't know anything about photography. I can't catch up with their guns. I'm only here for the charm of the Red Mansion. They recorded the beautiful scenery of the Buddhist Academy.

I have always missed the Red Chamber and always wanted to feel the Buddhist country. Many people ask me, why did you go to Tibetan areas three times? I don't know why, but I just came when I wanted to. Here, I can feel the inner peace of Tibetans and the power of faith. These can calm my restlessness. I've always wondered how they handle things calmly in cold places. Maybe this is what I've been looking for. I still can't be indifferent to my sad and happy things.

Uncle is carrying a heavy backpack and dragging a box at the same time, so he can't play. Therefore, it is imperative to find the Laron Hotel, book a room and put down your luggage. Because it is said that there are more than 300,000 people during the Legislative Council, all resources are already very tight. Uncle thought: someone should check out early in the morning. Let's settle the house first. Brother Jun was supposed to be with us, but he didn't feel any trouble later. So we left each other contact information, and we met after booking a room. Only then did I know my uncle's name: Wang Peng. Hey, hey, think about my heart.

So my uncle and I continued to shuttle in the sea of people. I repeatedly refused to help him with his luggage. Maybe I thought I was a girl. Seeing him struggling, I still grabbed the tripod from him. Since they are peers, the pace should be the same. There is a talkative uncle, but actually the trip is not bad. I visit him once in a while, so that the journey will not be boring. My luggage is actually not heavy. My 60L mountaineering bag is only half full, with a small backpack slung across the front. Even so, it is still difficult to walk on the plateau. Besides, we haven't had breakfast yet, what's more, we're walking on a steep road, and I really can't walk any further. So I waited for my uncle and waved my hand to stop the bun. But after waiting for a long time, there was still no car coming, but uncle caught up.

I gasped and pulled my uncle's backpack strap and said, "Brother Peng (I never call him uncle to his face, to save face, haha), I can't walk any further. Little girl, please pull me up. I am very grateful. "

"Come on, this just started. Didn't you say you were a China girl? Is this the way to rest? "

Say that finish, he walked forward firmly without saying a word. I shrugged my shoulders and followed him. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got, and I ran in front of him. Then whenever I see a car coming from behind, I reach out and stop it. After stopping n cars, I kind of want to give up. I stood by the side of the road waiting for my uncle. I kept checking to see if there would be a car coming from behind. Finally, I saw a van coming in the distance. I seem to see hope, so I am interested in rushing to stop the car. Strangely, the Tibetan driver gave me a serious look and waved in front of me. I wonder, why are you so serious? The Tibetans beside me also gave me a kind look, waved at me and pointed to the direction of Tancheng. At that time, I didn't know it was an altar city, the hotel we were looking for, and I didn't know what Tibetans meant by waving.

When my uncle came, I complained to him that I never stopped. Uncle said to me while kicking, "I just heard from Tibetans that you stopped the corpse truck and went to Tancheng to turn the prayer wheel."

No wonder I didn't stop. After this incident, I gave up parking completely. These lamas and Juedi have never complained about climbing like this every day, but it's really wrong for me to complain bitterly just this time. When you are calm, a miracle appears instead. A kind Tibetan brother is willing to drive us to Larong Hotel.

I felt very relaxed when I got on the bus, and soon I reached the highest point of the Buddhist College, Larong. It is said that we can have a panoramic view here, so my uncle and I decided to stay at the Laron Hotel. If this is the case, when the radiant light covers the whole red house, the voice of chanting Buddha can be faintly heard halfway up the mountain, and the Zen sound is curled up and the smoke is lingering. It seems that even the air is full of faith, and everything respects Buddha. Suddenly, my heart is very calm, as if it is not the first time to come here, and it is destined to come one day.

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