What a tough thing! This morning is worth remembering. Especially those young people like us who are in high fashion should benefit from it. On my way back to the dormitory to take the B- ultrasonic examination in the Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine last time, on Jinjiang bridge, I saw a strong and tough aunt who was washing clothes by the river. Looking from a distance, I saw that she was washing clothes with her head lowered in close-fitting underwear and underpants. Due to the tight time, I didn’t take it seriously either. I glanced at it and went far away. Soon, I went back again. I am not only walking, but also appreciating this journey. To the No. 1 square of the Flower and Fruit Mountain, we simply don’t go to the pavement, and follow the riverside path below. The air here is quite fresh, and there are all kinds of recreational and sports places along the way. However, the grandparents who used to do morning exercises have already returned, leaving only a few middle-aged men and women sitting and chatting, the slim and tall grandpa who practiced tai chi, who fascinated me, has also returned. On this road, I walked leisurely, and the leaves in the forest gave me a refreshing comfort. Walking, I came to the bank where the aunt washed clothes before. I still didn’t forget to look over there. I saw her standing on the stone platform stretching to the center of the river, waving her plump muscles and looking up freely, shaking his head, waist-swinging. I stepped on the stone ladder and walked slowly towards the circuit. Although I was high-spirited, it seemed not to match the people around me. People who are familiar with me know that my walking has always been domineering, and the occasional Wen Zou Zou is also rare. Jinjiang Bridge is just in the front, stepping on the deck, looking to the left under the bridge, I saw that aunt standing into the deep cold river. In a few seconds, a fat frog appeared in sight, pedaling his vigorous legs, and his front hands stroked back rhythmically. This is not the aunt just now, but who is it? Is her. The water in Jinjiang River is so cold in winter. We pedestrians feel our hands are a little stiff, while our aunt is swimming in the water, which is comparable to Mao Zedong in those years. I couldn’t help thinking of Mao Zedong’s song water melody-Swimming: I drank Changsha water and ate Wuchang fish. Thousands of miles across the Yangtze River, it is extremely beautiful. Regardless of wind and waves, short stroll, today to margin. Zi Zhichun said: The dead are like a husband! The wind is strong, the turtle and snake are quiet, and the grand plan is created. Bridge connects North-South, thoroughfare. More vertical Xijiang Shek Pik, truncated Wushan cloud, high gap Pinghu. The goddess should be safe and sound, and be surprised by the world. I stood on the bridge, standing in the wind, standing upright, looking at the vigorous body in the Jinjiang River, thinking, feeling and understanding, there are also some brothers and sisters around, uncles, aunts and grandparents stopped, with an admirable smile on their faces, and clear brilliance flowed out of their eyes. I think they must be thinking: This woman is really rare around us! She swam back and forth in the water course of 30 to 40 meters. Climb over the stone platform and walk to the water over there. When you reach the water, dip it in the water and wipe it on your body. When you come up and wipe it again, you put on your clothes. It took me nearly half an hour to stop here. I think we are very ashamed. Compared with her, we young people have to find a hole for ourselves and prepare to get in all the time. These days, the weather became colder and colder. Many students became difficult families to get up. What’s more, some became poor families to get up. Think about this aunt in front of us. What else do we have to say? What reason do we have to fall? I stayed in bed again this morning. I got up very late. What else can I see? Now is the extraordinary period. There should be extraordinary actions in the extraordinary period. The extraordinary period has passed, do you want to make the same mistake again? No! We should stick to it all the time and make it accompany us for life. Nowadays, it is widely recognized that the physical condition of teenagers is getting worse and worse. Every year during the military training in university, there is always news like this and that, so-and-so students in so-and-so university suddenly fainted during the military training, A student of XXX university suddenly died suddenly during military training. Isn’t this very sad? Whose sorrow is this? Who will pay the bill? In fact, to solve this kind of problem is extremely simple. I don’t require you to be versatile in sports. At least you have to let your body move. The meaning of life lies in a word. One of the prerequisites for a country to be strong is to make every citizen physically strong. In those years, the first article published by young Mao Zedong was not about propagandizing revolution, but about sports, whose name was: the study of sports. It can be seen that at a very early time, young Mao Zedong realized the importance of sports to people and the country. When we talk about sports today, the significance is quite different from that of the past, but the essence is the same. Standing on the bridge for such a long time has touched me a lot, even it can be said to be a shock. So I raised my head and raised my chest, speeding up my steps to move forward, but the picture just now appeared in my mind for a long time. When I walked to the small cross pedestrian street, outside the internet cafe, I suddenly said, go in and record it as soon as possible. So I sat in front of the computer and typed out these half-baked words. 2012 nian 12 yue 10 ri in Tongren

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-Shigatse tour: Tibetan mastiff base. Tibetan home visits. Yarlung Zangbo River. Nianchu River. Tashilunbu Temple. [4]]

At 5 am on September 17, the tour guide called early. (Today, my daughter and I joined a group of individual tourists) because today we are going to Shigatse, which is about 800 kilometers long and takes about 9 hours. We set off from the white tower outside the west wall of Potala Palace at 7 o’clock on time, and today’s such a long car trip began. From Lhasa to Shigatse, there are two routes from north to south. We take the 318 national highway of North Line. The tour guide with the car was named Zhang from Sichuan. She had been working as a tour guide for five or six years and spoke Standard Mandarin. After all the tourists got on the bus, she introduced herself in a loud voice, after that, I talked about today’s journey, route, scenic spot, matters needing attention and folk customs and customs along the way. At first, I was very sleepy because I couldn’t recite the poem at night. The introduction of the tour guide, the wonderful and eye-catching scenery along the way also deprived me of sleepiness, I stared at the scenery outside the window all the way. Because of the longitude difference between Lhasa and Beijing, the sky in Beijing was already bright at this time, but here was full of stars. The sky above my head was just clear and cloudless, but when I looked far away, it was dark clouds pressing the top, and the mountains were covered by dark, tibet is really magical and vast. The wind and rain are all the way, the clear sky is also, the wind and rain are mixed and the rainbow is hanging. I breath and share the fate with this wonderful scene, my camera was not idle either. I took a picture when I caught a scene, thinking: this time I saved all the information. The tour guide said: We have two activities to Shigatse today. The first stop is to visit the Tibetan mastiff base, and the second stop is to visit the Tibetan home. Everyone is free, if you don’t participate in this activity, you can not get off. At that time, the weather was not beautiful. The drizzle wet the glass of the car window, and a passage flowed down, which didn’t stop my curiosity to watch the world famous mastiff. After getting off the bus, my daughter and I followed the dog tamer behind us and entered the deep courtyard of the Tibetan mastiff with courage. Before the arrival of the people, the dogs were singing together. The Arrogant guy was really fierce and mighty. Everyone was tall and big, and every flower was trembling. My heart almost jumped to my throat, for fear that the beast would come out, bite me. I told you that I was here today, thinking that my legs were still moving forward. The dog keeper said, “Don’t be afraid, Aunt. Now the wall is raised, dogs will not jump out. In the past, the wall was too short and there was a dog hurting people. Now it’s safe. You can take photos at close range. After hearing this, I have a foundation. The Mastiff has different images and colors. The name is also very nice and fashionable. Most of them are iron-covered gold and red-purple. The male dog named Lei Zhen is the king of the Mastiff. It has the color of iron-covered gold and is 86cm high, weighing about 200, with the big Zhuoma, Daniel, mountains, lion, Tashi and reputation show one by one out, that Oriental God price 20 million yuan, you believe it? Farewell to the dog base, we continued to move forward. The car stopped at a place called Dahan Folk Village, and the tour guide said: here we are! What I look at is a beautiful village, where many Tibetan families have set up Folk-custom farmhouses. The houses are covered with red and green at the bottom of the House, at the edge of the door and on the trees, the white Hada Street was full, hanging on trees or plaques, with strong Tibetan characteristics. When we got off the bus one by one, we were welcomed into the gate by the enthusiastic Tibetan owner. Each of us also sent a white hada around our neck. I was moved by this hospitality and said casually: tashiler! The host also replied, and I remembered the instruction of the tour guide in the car: the Tibetan nation is a passionate and unrestrained nation that can sing and dance well. Everyone must be enthusiastic and right, and put on the Tibetan robe, sing and dance with them! My excitement came again, and I picked a fat and gorgeous women’s Tibetan robe on the clothes hanger. Seeing that I was so old and enthusiastic, the host immediately dressed me neatly, my daughter was so happy to look up and down when she saw me, but I didn’t care. When the beautiful Tibetan music sounded, I began to dance with the music. Although it was strange, I was very serious. It was the Guozhuang dance of the Tibetan family. The Dancers circled around a large circle, how happy it is to laugh and dance! After the Dance, the host prepared butter tea for the tourists. A snack. We ate and drank the dried yak meat and delicious zanba without any disguise. The host was very happy and sang a song for everyone in excitement. The song was passionate and sincere, at last, my mother sent another song [on the Golden Hill of Beijing], which was sung from the Tibetan people’s nest so vivid and infatuated. No wonder in addition to worshiping gods, this is the portrait of Chairman Mao and his old man. Recently, President Xi visited Tibet, and his family also hung the portrait of President Xi on the wall. After our car traveled far away, the lyrics of the kiss seemed to echo in the car: The Golden Mountain in Beijing was shining everywhere, and Chairman Mao was the golden sun. How warm and kind it was, which lit up the hearts of our serfs, we are stepping on the road of socialist happiness. The tour guide specially praised me on the bus: look at this aunt, she is really relaxed and has a brisk character. She dances when she says dance, sings when she sings. Tibetan family members like this character, the aunt also gave a mouthful of tashidele, and they loved to hear this auspicious eulogies. The car moved forward, and all the way to the west, the Yarlung Zangbo River had been accompanied by the 318 national highway. I looked at the river and thought: when I was studying in middle school, I knew that the Yarlung Zangbo River was like a silver dragon, it originates from the snow mountains on the northern slope of the middle part of Himalayas above 5300 above sea level, runs from west to east in the south of Qinghai-Tibet plateau which is known as the roof of the world, and finally flows out of the border near baxika (now occupied by India), renamed Brahmaputra River, it flows into Bay of Bengal through India and Bangladesh. This river is about 90 kilometers in Tibet. All the way, I saw several famous rivers flowing into the Yarlung Zangbo River, all of which were surging and surging. Therefore, the image of Yarlung Zangbo River in my heart should also be active and passionate, but the river in front of me gave me a peaceful and peaceful mood, just like when I first saw Niyang River, I was confused by the elegance of Yarlung Zangbo River. Looking at those white clouds high in the sky, she held them in her arms freely. The white clouds in the sky and the reflection of white clouds in the river whispered, as if saying: Ah! Am I beautiful or you beautiful? The Yarlung Zangbo River flows through more than half of Tibet from the top of the Snow Mountain. The place she passes is basically the richest and most beautiful Jiangnan region in Tibet. It was she who nurtured thousands of years of human civilization and development in the Yarlung Zangbo River basin with her own milk; She nurtured thousands of creatures! A sudden sentence from the tour guide woke me up from my meditation: Jiang toilet has arrived, anyone who goes to the toilet can get off! I was very surprised and asked the origin of this name. This was a Jiang toilet. A few years ago, our General Secretary Jiang came to Tibet for investigation. When the car drove to this place, I couldn’t stand it any more. It was convenient to get off the bus. Later, for the convenience of everyone, the local government built this public toilet here. As for people, they kindly called it General Secretary Jiang toilet and said earnestly: there should be humanized service. These eight words reminded the local government and tourism department. Later, toilets in Tibet sprung up like mushrooms and gradually increased. People should not be embarrassed because of internal urgency any more. Nowadays, the toilet has also become a tourist attraction. Small businessmen and hawkers set up a large stream along both sides of the toilet, which can be described as: spiritual civilization and material civilization are grasped together. We were amused by the guide’s few doggeries-there was a way to take along in the toilet, and there was no way to go, kneeling, worshiping pigs, acting as dogs, carrying clothes, being covered with cow dung and hanging on the wall. In fact, each. After 5 pm, our tour bus finally arrived at Shigatse and climbed up the Tashilhunpo temple of more than 4000. We walked step by step to the top hall of Zha Temple. Because of climbing higher and higher, and the lack of oxygen on the plateau, I took three steps to breathe, and stopped two steps. This place was by no means a place to die, you must do uniform motion before reaching the top. Arriving at the core part of Tashilhunpo temple, there are tall white pagodas and temple halls, which are like amazing art treasures one by one, visiting cuoqin Hall, Panchen la Zhang, our hearts are constantly being purified and sublimated, such as Qiangba Buddha Hall, Panchan recording Tower worship hall, etc. Those lives that have passed away one by one and have been continuously pursuing Buddhism and living once. Their spirits have been Eternal. Today, we tourists from afar, there is a kind of spiritual shock and emotional delusion on this temple naturally. From the fourth pantheon to the tenth pantheon, they endowed the happiness of Tibet and the traditional Tibetan culture with a long history. Although I don’t know the true doctrine of Buddhism, I have realized its true meaning: everything is good! Today, the 11th Panchen Chan, indeed jijiebu, is revered as a robe in the previous life, taking over thoughts, academics and skills, and continuing to benefit the Tibetan people! At night, we stayed in a hotel not far away from Shigatse city, lying on the soft mattress bed, spreading our thoughts. A scene in the daytime was still in our mind, because what I hadn’t seen was like a picturesque painting, the dreamlike scenery makes me miss it so much!

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