My dream, a 600-word composition about traveling to Lhasa

Lhasa Notes

In August of the year before last, we arrived in Lhasa. As soon as we got off the plane, the blue sky outside the airport washed away all the travel dust. How many people have traveled thousands of miles, just to see the blue sky and white clouds here.

The car was driving slowly, and everything outside the window appeared like a picture scroll: the sky was as blue as water, the white clouds were lying low, and they were large and pure white. The hills on both sides of the road have thousands of ravines and are low, like a loyal soldier. I don’t know why, but I feel a surge of great joy and holiness in my heart. Maybe this is the closest place to heaven!

Barkhor Street is the busiest place in Lhasa. It is here that the legendary Tsangyang Gyatso, who only loves beauties but not the country, met Magyami. Following the flow of people, we turned into Barkhor Street and were immediately attracted by the liveliness here. Both sides were densely packed with Tibetans selling trinkets. They were wearing clothes that belonged only to their ethnic group and were smiling. The perennial plateau red color showed a healthy look. Joy, without shouting loudly, just explained in detail to the people who came to choose. On the stall, hung a dazzling array of jewelry, coral red, turquoise green... I walked up and selected, a string of bracelets from them He handed it over with his hand: turquoise stone, red matching stone, the red and green that we usually laugh at can be so harmonious. I took out the money, handed it over sincerely, and thanked them with a smile for bringing me the fate of it.

After wandering for a long time, we walked into a tavern---Maggie Ami. Sitting on the sofa and resting. The tavern is filled with the simplicity and beauty of Tibet. Next to the sofa, there is a two-meter-high wooden cabinet filled with small books, which are sewn with thread. Turning over a page, I suddenly realized that it was used to record the mood of travelers. I don’t know who it is, I don’t know what year it is, but countless people who stayed here wrote down their love for this place. I took the pen from the waiter's hand, thanked me, turned to a blank page, continued the meaning of travel, and wrote down my strongest love for Tibet and Tsangyang Gyatso: That year, I closed my eyes and meditated. In the fragrant mist of the temple, I suddenly heard the mantra of your chanting...

The sunset gradually climbed up the sky, red and fiery like a drunkard. We walked out of "Maji Ami", and there were many fewer stalls along the way, and the entire Barkhor Street became empty. I took a deep breath and felt infinite peace in my heart.

Lhasa, here, I found tranquility, found emotion, and found the dreamland of peach blossoms.