Motuo is a world that does not belong to modern people. Its mystery of isolation from the world attracts people who are tired of urban life to come. Coupled with the praise of famous novelists, it gives the outside world too much expectations.

Although I didn't have many ideas, Johnson Chan was also unavoidable and was looking forward to what, whether it was liberation, or insight, or something that could be obtained at the moment of entering Modog, but this was not the case at all.

When everyone walked the last five-kilometer uphill and turned around and saw the county town on the mountainside, they were full of disappointment. This was a small county town that was no different from the mainland. There were construction sites everywhere, and the dust of all the impetuous small towns floating on the street. The roar of machines broke the quiet landscape. For a moment, I thought I was in the wrong place!

In fact, Motuo is neither heaven nor hell. It has nothing but is longing for people to yearn for. This is just a journey far from being imagined. "The word Motuo is only a soul that longs for the distance under our tired bodies. All imaginations are because we have expectations.

So, we are always on the road, even if the road has no end??????

When I came to Linzhi, the peach blossom feast in spring attracted countless people's attention every year. As the sky is clear today, the increasingly dense autumn style is definitely not the vast pink, but the colorful colors like oil paintings.

From the bottom of the valley to the top of the mountain, the colorful forests stretch continuously for dozens of miles. Everything you see is dazzling colorful colors, like a colorful fairy tale world.

The clear river water reflects the blue sky, winding on the golden carpet-like earth, and the bushes and pastures on both sides are blooming colorfully. The three colors of golden, blue and white blend together, giving a sense of holiness that purifies the soul.

Now that autumn is getting stronger, the golden yellow is draped on your body, the river water has become silent, like a good sapphire

Decorate it.

Surrounded by mountains and clouds and mist, the veritable green secret realm is shuttled through the wooden plank road and feels a kind of harmony and intimacy between man and nature.

In today's era of convenient transportation, traveling with all your heart, from south to north, people not only gain external facts elsewhere, but also a sense of mind that touches the scene and makes people feel emotional. The fate of life may be the passerby in the world. During the journey, passers-by in a hurry, and finally, wherever they go, they can see the soul and see the pure land of the spirit.

What seems insurmountable is the altitude gap between lowlands and plateaus. What is more profound is that one is a modern civilized society composed of matter and consumption, and the other is a native ecological society with gods and spirits as the first sect.

Such alienation seems to be unable to understand the two groups of people, but it also gives each other an opportunity to leave and observe. As an adventurous intruder, he has to experience everything with peace.

When you think about it carefully, a person will always encounter many things in his long life, whether good or bad or dull. All kinds of encounters will often determine the turning point of life and affect the path of life.

What is difficult to solve is that many encounters are often related to small things. They are linked together and only after a long time, they show certain results. The journey of life has twists and turns, and there are causes and effects. Tibet is quiet and secret, and it spans thirty years of profoundness and eternity, and the fate arises from this.

The distant mountains and mausoleums are huge and continuous, and the sky is clear and clear. Nearby, there are green grass, decorated with a few mattes of Gesang. On the edge of the tent, a mother who combs her daughter's hair, her expression and harmony seem to be integrated with the world.

Such self-sufficient and peaceful people make the tired civilized people think deeply and quiet, as if they understand, and as if they are alienated.

The prayer flags along the way are full of destruction, but they produce shocking power. They combine with the huge sky, either still or moving, and suddenly show a rising trend.

The words carefully carve and are almost just plain, but they are calm and qualitative, and can quietly bring people into a unique field.

At night, the silver-white moon rose in the dark blue night sky of the plateau. The moonlight was like water, mixed with dim yellow street lights, illuminating the uneven gravel streets of the highlands.

The door panels of ancient workshops and shops on both sides of the street have been closed. Wild dogs of all sizes are walking on the street, while others are curled up on the bluestone steps in front of the shop. The scenery in front of you looks a bit sad.

Buddhism is the holy light on this snowy plateau. Those believers who trek on the pilgrimage road have pious and solemn expressions. They carry air-dried lamb and simple clothes, gray and white hair, and their bodies are torn and tattered, with barefoots, and their heavy robes are full of dust.

The inner layer of animal fur is rolled up on the cuffs and the edges of clothes, one by one, and it looks dirty. Of course, there are black and red faces and expressions with ravines. All the details form a distant and alternative state of survival.

Knocking long heads is the most devout ceremony of worshiping Buddha. In a lifetime, you must kowtow at least 100,000 times, not only to fulfill your wishes, but also to the peace and well-being of all living beings. In the long run, the bowing worshipers' hands and knees are covered with blood. Even so, they face the pain and will never blame others.

In order to wait for the long body to be long, crawl on the ground, fold your hands together when you kowtow, and stretch your hands straight in front of you. It means that you have understood the Buddha's will and teachings. You will bend your body once, and use your hands to mark the ground as a sign. You will get up and walk forward to the markings and crawl again. This will continue.

It is a lifelong wish to worship the Potala Palace and Jokhang Temple. They work hard every day and accumulate wealth. When they worship, they do not hesitate to disperse all their wealth. Many people do not agree with their practice and think it is extremely stupid.

But it has become a part of their life. When they are tired, they sit next to them to rest, drink tea, eat cakes, chat, and bask in the sun. When they spend all their money, they beg for alms. People are also very happy to help. In their opinion, those who can kowtow to Lhasa are great, and they are proud of it.

Between the so-called civilization and the wilderness, compassion or arrogance is wrong. Devoted believers always experience and ask questions with an equal attitude and a gentle heart.

They endure and hope in the bitter cold, they pray in the desolation, and they will be helpless and confused in reality. But under such poor living conditions, people's spiritual world is so vast and vast enough to support them to measure the earth and kiss the gravel with their crispy flesh.

Many Tibetans living outside Lhasa, because they made a vow in front of the Buddha, lost all their money, kowtowed in three steps, and kowtowed all the way from their hometown to the Jokhang Temple. Sometimes it took several years or even ten years. Some of them were in the harsh plateau climate, and on the long road, they passed through the uninhabited area of ​​Kokoxili and crossed the high-altitude Tanggula Mountain...

Every vast Buddhist temple is full of solemnity and tranquility, as if it gives people the power to resist life and death.

In the Buddhist temple far away from the vulgarity, time flows and solidifies. When the bells of the temple come like the sea tide, when the chanting of scriptures slowly circulates above the Buddhist temple, when the old man's expression is always so quiet and elusive, people will hope that time in Tibet can go slower and slower.
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