"Dreams" return to Tibet
—— Liu Dan 99 Mathematics
In the car from Lhasa to Golmud, looking at the snow-capped mountains in the distance and the sheep in the vicinity, I said to myself in my heart: One day you will come back here again, maybe in a dream. So, at that time, I thought, if I can dream and return here, I must write an article titled "The Dream Goes Back to Tibet." However, I have not done such a dream until now, and the deadline for the draft is approaching again, so I have to regretfully give up the original idea. I kept asking myself: Do you really forget everything there? Are you really just a hurrying pass without leaving any traces? No, it is not. A strong voice from the bottom of my heart refuted this. So, everything went back to the front with the thoughts...
It is a beautiful place: the town is small, and the villages are surrounded by lush green and yellow canola flowers. In the distance is the rolling hills. There is also a "holy lake" at the foot of the mountain. When we had explored what was on the other side of the mountain, we found that it was still the green barley field, rape blossoms, and the small villages that were surrounded. However, the mountain on the other side of the mountain was a higher snowy mountain and was entangled by a river with a jade belt. . In the morning, there will always be a cloud of erratic clouds in the mountains like a fairyland. At this time, I imagined that I could climb to the top of the hill and touch the white cloud. It would be like the feeling of heaven. It always reminded me of where I lived in my childhood and recalled the fun of catching butterflies, catching butterflies, and playing with loose seeds. Everything is so familiar and kind and there is a feeling of going home.
The first few days we lived in the guest houses in the county, mainly to the villages to conduct a survey. Due to language barriers, the county sent us several translators. Qiangba is one of them. He is not tall, has a natural volume of hair, and speaks Chinese with Tibetan taste. In the interview, he always tried to translate according to what we mean, and patiently answered this or that question. At that time, he was always serious. On the road, he will tell us about the experience of catching fish on the Nimu River as a child. There is a playful light in his eyes. On the shore of the holy lake, he gave us the song "The girl's shoes were lost" and was widely sung by us. He respects the folks there and loves the grass and trees there. His passionate and unassuming character is very affinity. Everyone likes him very much. Later, he also enthusiastically helped us to contact the car, providing a lot of convenience. There was Gong Gong, who was mistaken for a bureaucrat who had been misunderstood as a "do-nothing" because he was glaring behind. After discovering that although he had received a complete Han-style education and his thoughts were relatively open, he still had his own people in his bones. The traditional culture has deep feelings. There is also an old grandmother who meets outside the upper and lower temples. I helped her to weed the grass. She thought I wanted to eat radish and gave me one of the biggest. There is also the unknown shy young man who teaches us to dance traditional Tibetan dances, as well as the up-and-coming Tibetan grandmother who sings nice songs for us, and the many poor and rich people who have received us warmly. They are all vividly present in my memory.
Later, we conducted home interviews. I remember that when we arrived at Abba's home the first day, before we could let go of our backpack, Abba fetched a brand new mattress in our bed and found a thick rope of wool. On the original light rope. Before going to bed every night, he will put the light string on our bedside and can switch at any time. There was also dinner that day. Abba's and grandmother took out the best Tibetan clothing in our house and looked at us with excitement. They were also happy and busy as if they were dressing up their own children. In order to give me Tibetan-style braids, my father and my grandmother worked together for a long time. My grandmother edited a little, and Abba used a thin line to tie it. At that time, I seemed to be back in my childhood, enjoying the joy and happiness of my mother’s horns. It was only when I dreamed that I wouldn’t think of two years later. It was the two old Tibetans who had passed half a century of happiness and happiness.
The night before we left, my father was drunk. When I helped him come back, it was already 2 o'clock in the morning. But he said nothing to sleep. He took me to sit down by the bed, and said in distressed Chinese: "The water in Majiang, I don't drink; Butter tea Do not drink; meat, do not eat; ..." also pointed to his own stomach and said: "will be sick." I know that he is afraid that we eat diarrhea after eating unclean food, because he said that the water of Majiang Not good, outsiders will not be used to starting. He then told me to pay attention to safety, wear more clothes, let us bring some quilts from home, and so on. I did not think the time was too late. I was advised to go to bed. He waved his hand and said to me, "My family - I haven't eaten well - I can't sleep well. I don't know how to go." I knew he didn't think it was. Take care of our love of those who are clean, I feel sorry inside. I persuaded him a few words and wanted to help him enter the house. He took me and said, "I, my second father, my grandma, my second grandmother; here, my second home; OK?" Looking at the old man's eager eyes, I nodded hard and he was relieved to sleep. Abba's words I will never forget, because it made me find a kind of dependence on that piece of land, have loved ones, have a home. In Abba’s eyes, we are not college students from Beijing, not Han people who do not have faith, just a group of children who are younger than their own children. In front of him, the traditional Tibetan old man, who has only been a few days old and over 50 years old, expressed his most sincere emotion to us in his simplest language. I moved from my heart for this and felt happy for myself.
When I left, Ah Pao gave us a package of boiled eggs, just like my mother would prepare me to cook eggs when I left home. Grandmother took my hand and sent us outside the gate. At the same time, my mother grinned and cried, and I kept repeating what I still don’t know exactly, but I knew it must be the kindest, kindest old lady who gave her children the most truth. The blessing is to be able to accompany and bless our life. Abba wears white Hada for us and tells us that we must take it with us, as if it can bless our health and safety. After I came out, I did not dare to look back. I was afraid to see my grandmother standing alone on the bridge. I was afraid that I could not help but shed tears of sorrow and make them even more at ease. The long Hada is floating in the wind. She has placed too much emotion and expectation. What qualifications do we have to bear these?
From there, the one we heard most was “Asian loneliness†(beautiful, good-looking). It is such a sentence that I have always enjoyed the simplest joy and satisfaction we have ever had; and we’ve said the most Words are "sets of machines" (Thank you). Only in this sentence, we can make every Tibetan person understand and show their joy and satisfaction after hearing them. Although our communication is limited to this, our minds are interlinked. This is enough, is not it? I couldn't forget the “Karabai†(biscuits) my grandmother did. She once told her relatives and friends how I like to eat the dim sum that they would only do when they were having a holiday and win more for me. "Kabsa", which made me happy and embarrassed; I couldn't forget the "Toba" (porridge) that Elder (Abba's son) cooked for us. The taste made us excited and I was climbing The team's battalion also tried to do it once, but they couldn't find the original feeling. We couldn't forget the hidden face that Abba invited us to eat. It seemed to be a little lighter, but there was another special flavor; I couldn't forget the cuteness. Xiao Ciren, like a little girl, often slaps the unintelligible children's song and likes to jump and dance with us; he can't forget the boy who learned carpentry. He said that because they need people there Craftsman so he came to school, but also to give up the opportunity to go to school, bid farewell to their loved ones spent three years; can not forget the 70-year-old engraved old man, his pride and hiding too much helpless eyes once caused me The shock of the soul;...
Maybe we should write like in the poem - "I gently walked away, just as I came gently, waving a sleeve, not taking a cloud"; perhaps no matter how reluctant I was, I still end up only Can do a hurried pass, leaving only the memories only; Maybe... maybe one day I will be back on the land, maybe I can leave my mark there, maybe... Anyway, I will take me The most sincere blessings are reserved for those who are simple, and all good hearts can enjoy the peace and serenity of life.
—— Liu Dan 99 Mathematics
In the car from Lhasa to Golmud, looking at the snow-capped mountains in the distance and the sheep in the vicinity, I said to myself in my heart: One day you will come back here again, maybe in a dream. So, at that time, I thought, if I can dream and return here, I must write an article titled "The Dream Goes Back to Tibet." However, I have not done such a dream until now, and the deadline for the draft is approaching again, so I have to regretfully give up the original idea. I kept asking myself: Do you really forget everything there? Are you really just a hurrying pass without leaving any traces? No, it is not. A strong voice from the bottom of my heart refuted this. So, everything went back to the front with the thoughts...
It is a beautiful place: the town is small, and the villages are surrounded by lush green and yellow canola flowers. In the distance is the rolling hills. There is also a "holy lake" at the foot of the mountain. When we had explored what was on the other side of the mountain, we found that it was still the green barley field, rape blossoms, and the small villages that were surrounded. However, the mountain on the other side of the mountain was a higher snowy mountain and was entangled by a river with a jade belt. . In the morning, there will always be a cloud of erratic clouds in the mountains like a fairyland. At this time, I imagined that I could climb to the top of the hill and touch the white cloud. It would be like the feeling of heaven. It always reminded me of where I lived in my childhood and recalled the fun of catching butterflies, catching butterflies, and playing with loose seeds. Everything is so familiar and kind and there is a feeling of going home.
The first few days we lived in the guest houses in the county, mainly to the villages to conduct a survey. Due to language barriers, the county sent us several translators. Qiangba is one of them. He is not tall, has a natural volume of hair, and speaks Chinese with Tibetan taste. In the interview, he always tried to translate according to what we mean, and patiently answered this or that question. At that time, he was always serious. On the road, he will tell us about the experience of catching fish on the Nimu River as a child. There is a playful light in his eyes. On the shore of the holy lake, he gave us the song "The girl's shoes were lost" and was widely sung by us. He respects the folks there and loves the grass and trees there. His passionate and unassuming character is very affinity. Everyone likes him very much. Later, he also enthusiastically helped us to contact the car, providing a lot of convenience. There was Gong Gong, who was mistaken for a bureaucrat who had been misunderstood as a "do-nothing" because he was glaring behind. After discovering that although he had received a complete Han-style education and his thoughts were relatively open, he still had his own people in his bones. The traditional culture has deep feelings. There is also an old grandmother who meets outside the upper and lower temples. I helped her to weed the grass. She thought I wanted to eat radish and gave me one of the biggest. There is also the unknown shy young man who teaches us to dance traditional Tibetan dances, as well as the up-and-coming Tibetan grandmother who sings nice songs for us, and the many poor and rich people who have received us warmly. They are all vividly present in my memory.
Later, we conducted home interviews. I remember that when we arrived at Abba's home the first day, before we could let go of our backpack, Abba fetched a brand new mattress in our bed and found a thick rope of wool. On the original light rope. Before going to bed every night, he will put the light string on our bedside and can switch at any time. There was also dinner that day. Abba's and grandmother took out the best Tibetan clothing in our house and looked at us with excitement. They were also happy and busy as if they were dressing up their own children. In order to give me Tibetan-style braids, my father and my grandmother worked together for a long time. My grandmother edited a little, and Abba used a thin line to tie it. At that time, I seemed to be back in my childhood, enjoying the joy and happiness of my mother’s horns. It was only when I dreamed that I wouldn’t think of two years later. It was the two old Tibetans who had passed half a century of happiness and happiness.
The night before we left, my father was drunk. When I helped him come back, it was already 2 o'clock in the morning. But he said nothing to sleep. He took me to sit down by the bed, and said in distressed Chinese: "The water in Majiang, I don't drink; Butter tea Do not drink; meat, do not eat; ..." also pointed to his own stomach and said: "will be sick." I know that he is afraid that we eat diarrhea after eating unclean food, because he said that the water of Majiang Not good, outsiders will not be used to starting. He then told me to pay attention to safety, wear more clothes, let us bring some quilts from home, and so on. I did not think the time was too late. I was advised to go to bed. He waved his hand and said to me, "My family - I haven't eaten well - I can't sleep well. I don't know how to go." I knew he didn't think it was. Take care of our love of those who are clean, I feel sorry inside. I persuaded him a few words and wanted to help him enter the house. He took me and said, "I, my second father, my grandma, my second grandmother; here, my second home; OK?" Looking at the old man's eager eyes, I nodded hard and he was relieved to sleep. Abba's words I will never forget, because it made me find a kind of dependence on that piece of land, have loved ones, have a home. In Abba’s eyes, we are not college students from Beijing, not Han people who do not have faith, just a group of children who are younger than their own children. In front of him, the traditional Tibetan old man, who has only been a few days old and over 50 years old, expressed his most sincere emotion to us in his simplest language. I moved from my heart for this and felt happy for myself.
When I left, Ah Pao gave us a package of boiled eggs, just like my mother would prepare me to cook eggs when I left home. Grandmother took my hand and sent us outside the gate. At the same time, my mother grinned and cried, and I kept repeating what I still don’t know exactly, but I knew it must be the kindest, kindest old lady who gave her children the most truth. The blessing is to be able to accompany and bless our life. Abba wears white Hada for us and tells us that we must take it with us, as if it can bless our health and safety. After I came out, I did not dare to look back. I was afraid to see my grandmother standing alone on the bridge. I was afraid that I could not help but shed tears of sorrow and make them even more at ease. The long Hada is floating in the wind. She has placed too much emotion and expectation. What qualifications do we have to bear these?
From there, the one we heard most was “Asian loneliness†(beautiful, good-looking). It is such a sentence that I have always enjoyed the simplest joy and satisfaction we have ever had; and we’ve said the most Words are "sets of machines" (Thank you). Only in this sentence, we can make every Tibetan person understand and show their joy and satisfaction after hearing them. Although our communication is limited to this, our minds are interlinked. This is enough, is not it? I couldn't forget the “Karabai†(biscuits) my grandmother did. She once told her relatives and friends how I like to eat the dim sum that they would only do when they were having a holiday and win more for me. "Kabsa", which made me happy and embarrassed; I couldn't forget the "Toba" (porridge) that Elder (Abba's son) cooked for us. The taste made us excited and I was climbing The team's battalion also tried to do it once, but they couldn't find the original feeling. We couldn't forget the hidden face that Abba invited us to eat. It seemed to be a little lighter, but there was another special flavor; I couldn't forget the cuteness. Xiao Ciren, like a little girl, often slaps the unintelligible children's song and likes to jump and dance with us; he can't forget the boy who learned carpentry. He said that because they need people there Craftsman so he came to school, but also to give up the opportunity to go to school, bid farewell to their loved ones spent three years; can not forget the 70-year-old engraved old man, his pride and hiding too much helpless eyes once caused me The shock of the soul;...
Maybe we should write like in the poem - "I gently walked away, just as I came gently, waving a sleeve, not taking a cloud"; perhaps no matter how reluctant I was, I still end up only Can do a hurried pass, leaving only the memories only; Maybe... maybe one day I will be back on the land, maybe I can leave my mark there, maybe... Anyway, I will take me The most sincere blessings are reserved for those who are simple, and all good hearts can enjoy the peace and serenity of life.
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