Zhao Bi rented a jeep directly and planned to drive on his own these days.

Because I got up early today just to see the Potala Palace in the morning.

Not long after, Zhao Bi and Qiu Baiwei arrived at their destination.

Standing below and looking up, a tiny feeling surged into Zhao Bi and Qiu Baiwei's hearts.

"It's so empty." Qiu Baiwei raised her arms with a little breath.

"Let's go." Zhao Bi smiled and put Qiu Baiwei on her hat, then took her hand and climbed up.

There are many travelers on the road, more of them are pilgrims full of piety and faith.

There are Tibetans who bow every five steps and knock every ten steps, ascetic monks with dusty faces, lamas who recite scriptures, and prayer drums that keep turning.

There are prayer flags fluttering in the wind, and there are piles of Mani stones engraved with scriptures.

Zhao Bi and Qiu Baiwei can see their faith along the way.

Regarding faith, everyone has different definitions and different explanations.

Sometimes I think about what kind of scene it would be if people or the world had lost faith.

But here, this swaying thought dissipates. A clear and cool force of faith invades the heart.

They can make them circulate the mountains and recite scriptures all year round, or come here to worship thousands of miles.

No matter where you look, it is faith, and you will always feel moved in your heart.

Qiu Baiwei picked up the camera hanging around her neck and took pictures one by one. She recorded these beauty.

When I arrived at the entrance of the Potala Palace, the door had not opened yet. The morning sun was projecting from a distance, rendering the golden color here like a dream.

Zhao Bi and Qiu Baiwei were quietly waiting for the door to open.

"Look at that side." Qiu Baiwei pointed to the right side in surprise.

Zhao Bi turned around and saw that there were many white pigeons resting in the square, and many people in Tibetan clothes were kneeling on the ground, holding food in their palms, and feeding the pigeons.

"Let's go, let's go there too."

Zhao Bi understood Qiu Baiwei's meaning and pulled her over.

I bought two bags of pigeon food from a Tibetan, and squatted down with Qiu Baiwei.

The pigeons here are not afraid of being alive, and they gather around many to eat the food in their palms.

Qiu Baiwei smiled and touched the dove carefully.

Zhao Bi just fed for a while and then stepped aside, took the camera, and included Qiu Baiwei, who was feeding pigeons in Potala Square under the sunset, into the camera.

The sun shines in the square, and the colorful doves bathe in the warm sunshine of the holy land, enjoying the snacks given to them by autumn white walnuts, and feeling the tranquility and calmness of life in the ubiquitous chanting.

After staying here for a while, Qiu Baiwei stood up reluctantly because it was almost time to open the door.

"Why did you take a sneak shot of me just now?"

"Is it okay to be open and honest? I won't let me take pictures of it? How many of your ideas?" Zhao Bi asked back.

"Hehe, your mouth is getting more and more expensive."

When the two returned to the gate again, an old woman in a Tibetan robe came over to sell them the crafts.

Qiu Baiwei has never seen the sufferings of the world. Seeing the desire in the old lady's eyes, she bought a lot of gadgets directly if she didn't choose.

After the door opened, he flowed into the Potala Palace with Zhao Bi in the Tibetan language full of blessings.

When you walk into the Potala Palace, the first thing you see is the open courtyard. There is a treasure hall on the left, and Zhao Bi and Qiu Baiwei walked in together.

There are very few people, and most of the purposes of visiting here are the White House and the Red House.

Zhao Bi and Qiu Baiwei didn't stay for a long time, so they browsed the porcelain Book of Songs and walked up.

The stairs are very high. After climbing up, you will look down. The view is extremely vast and you will be filled with joy. When you look up, the tall White House stands in front of you.

This is the residence of the Dalai Lama. The most sacred place in the hearts of Tibetans.

When I came to the palace, the tall wooden structure supported the entire house, and various Buddha auspicious patterns were printed on the hanging curtains.

A song and knocking sound that I had never heard before was vaguely heard from a distance, which was very melodious and peaceful.

"What's the sound?" Qiu Baiwei asked.

"How could I go?" Zhao Bi spread his hands.

"Okay, come with me."

A tour group came to the right, and a tour guide was talking a little loudly, "I guess you heard the sound from afar outside. This is commonly known as 'Daaa' here."

Qiu Baiwei straightened her ears and followed the tour group directly. Zhao Bi was a little amused and laughed, so she followed Qiu Baiwei to go on the tour group.

"...This 'Daaa' is actually the unique method of building a building for Tibetans' roofs or floors. Look there."

Everyone looked in the direction.

Dozens of women stood on the roof, ramming the roof with wood, constantly pounding rhythmically, and singing Tibetan songs in their mouths.

Looking from afar, the red Tibetan robes and red walls form a unique landscape between the distant world.

After visiting the White House, Qiu Baiwei took Zhao Bi to follow the tour group quietly, intending to get to the end.

The Red Palace comes from the middle of the Potala Palace, and is the Buddhist Temple and the Heroic Spirit Hall, a place of rest for all dynasties.

There are many Buddhist rooms, and there is a golden treasure ship filled with various golden Buddhas, separated from the outside world with glass. In the words of the tour guide, it is the items that the emperor and the lama had exchanged during the Qing Dynasty.

Finally, when I returned to the first floor, I saw a blue-black pagoda with golden cups and jade inlaid with various precious gems.

A thin woman turned her long-established ghee into the huge lampstand next to the tower.

This is the devout Tibetans who show and express their loyalty to the Buddha in their own small and simple ways.

After playing all the way, a feeling of vastness was sincerely hot in Qiu Baiwei's heart.

The two left the team and began to wander around casually.

"Do you know what's amazing about this toilet?" Zhao Bi asked, pointing to a historic dry toilet on his right hand.

"What's magical?"

"I have been unsatisfied for ten thousand years, but this is the real slump."

Qiu Baiwei was stunned for a moment, then looked at the nameplate, pulled Zhao Bi and left, "Are you disgusting?"

"Haha, let's go, I've been shopping around too. I'll take some photos for you and we'll withdraw."

When the two returned to the palace, Zhao Bi first became a photographer and took a photo of Qiu Baiwei and this thousand-year-old Buddhist culture.

Then I asked someone to take some photos and went down the mountain

On the road, Qiu Baiwei was flipping through photos and choosing her favorite photos one by one.

"Do you know what the biggest common point between you and this Potala Palace is?" Zhao Bi raised a question.

"What?" Qiu Baiwei asked curiously.

So, Zhao Bi casually opened a photo. In the picture, the Potala Palace under the sun shone with magnificence and mystery. Qiu Baiwei stood in front with a smile.

The wind blew her hair a little messed up, and the light hit her side face, as if she was a fairy who grew up in this world.

"The Potala Palace has a history of thousands of years, and you are also a beauty that has never been seen in a thousand years."

"Oh." Qiu Baiwei took back the camera, "Why is it a thousand years, not two thousand years? In your eyes, I am not worthy of these two thousand years of unseen?"

Zhao Bi was covered in black lines, "That's okay if you haven't met for 100,000 years. You're even better than the people from the Peak Cave."

"I'm going to die!"

Qiu Baiwei wanted to pinch Zhao Bi, but the latter had already expected it to go to the side, and the two of them returned to the parking place while playing.

They didn't waste much time having lunch, and they simply took a bite and drove away.

Yamdrok Yongcuo is about 150 kilometers away from Lhasa, and the speed limit is on the road.

The car windows on both sides were shaken down, and the wind blew in, blew their clothes.

The scenery of Tibet emphasizes the high sky and low clouds and the vast wilderness.

The scenery along both sides of the road is beautiful. This is Qiu Baiwei's first time in the wilderness of Tibet. This rough and primitive scenery deeply attracted her.

She held the camera in her hand and took photos all the way.

Then he took selfies at the camera from time to time. At this time, Zhao Bi, who was driving seriously, would also be included in the camera.

"Hey, smile." Qiu Baiwei held up the camera and shouted at Zhao Bi.

So Zhao Bi smiled stiffly. At this time, Qiu Baiwei would always ask, are you unhappy to come out with me?

Outrageously, when a girl goes on a travel road, her IQ will drop sharply when she sees beautiful scenery.

"I'm very happy." Zhao Bi smiled sincerely.

"Then you will be more handsome when you hold the window with your left hand and drive with one hand."

"Are you stupid? Although you are not fast now, it is not a reason to slack off." Zhao Bi glared at her.
To be continued...