This is an unplanned journey. I just want to leave Shanghai in March 2021, no matter where I go? After seeing the ticket, I chose a destination that is far away and cheaper, that is Xizang. Xizang, when mentioning this name, there is a feeling of holiness and invisibility. My mother firmly opposes me entering Tibet alone, and she worries that I will never return. In fact, I was also filled with fear in my heart. I went to the pharmacy to buy a few boxes of Rhodiola rosea, daily medicine, and packed my bags. With fear and anticipation, I set off

I chose to enter Tibet from Chongqing and stay at the Hongyadong Hotel. I belong to the kind of person who is quiet inside and doesn't get stuck in crowds. Looking at the lights, wine, and traffic, the layers of small buildings by the river are like a dream. There is a feeling of begging for mercy when I am watching the scenery on the bridge and no one is watching me, haha....

Strolling on the bridge with an umbrella in hand, I gazed at the dazzling red cliff cave from afar. The skewers I just had were still stirring in my stomach. Speaking of Chongqing, how could I not eat Chongqing hotpot? As I was traveling alone, I inquired about a skewer restaurant from the locals. The prices were cheap, and the locals gathered in large numbers. Chongqing people were enjoying skewers and chatting about Shan Hai Jing in a comfortable way. This is the life of Chongqing people? I not only felt the spiciness, but also the fire in my mouth was enough to roast a duck, which set an obstacle for entering Tibet (my taste buds were already broken)

The next morning, there was still light rain and we flew to Lhasa.

Arriving in Lhasa at 5pm, the weather is sunny and comfortable. Taking the bus to Tibet, the Potala Palace stands like a painting in the city center, overlooking the entire Lhasa city. The buildings in Lhasa are low and square. After getting off the car, I took a motorcycle and arrived at a Tibetan style hotpot (One Leaf One World Tibetan Tea Vegetarian Hotpot). I hadn't eaten anything for a day, and by then, my altitude sickness had gradually increased.

At night, I can no longer walk and faint in bed, feeling nauseous from time to time..... After tossing and turning all night, it was dawn with the barking of dogs. I must persist in leaving the hotel and book a one-day trip to the Jokhang Temple on Ctrip. I will take a taxi to Barkhor Street, where Tsangyang Gyatso and Majiami meet privately. Devoted believers keep passing scriptures on the street, and for generations, every day and year, they sit down on the third floor of the "Majiami" bar, serving two small dishes and drinking a cup of tea.

There are many Majiami on the street, and I am also deeply immersed in them....

Turning mountains, waters, and Buddhist pagodas is not for the purpose of repairing the afterlife

Just to meet you on the way, Maggie Ami

Leaving Majiami, we walked towards the 1300 year old Jokhang Temple. Our tour guide led us into the temple and took a glance at the 8-year-old statue of Shakyamuni through the crack in the door. His surroundings were crowded with worshippers who were heading to pay their respects. His eyes were clear and his whole body was covered in golden light. The hall is filled with scarves, with monks dressed in red monk robes. The Tibetan religion has four colors: white, red, yellow, and black. The exterior walls of the building are all made up of these colors.

Due to the need for advance reservation and booking of tickets for the Potala Palace, I truly entered this magical palace. Perhaps he knew that I was not devout enough and left regrets in his heart. He could only circle around the palace and raise his head to greet the sky, saying hello Lhasa!

The third day was my last day in Xizang, and I booked a one-day trip to Yanghu Lake. A bun with six people from all directions and Tibetan songs on it hobbled around the lake to the viewing platform of Yangzhuo Yongcuo for more than 4000 meters.

During the entire process of viewing the lake, I vomited when I got off the car, and the wind rushed straight into my abdomen. The camera was not used throughout the entire process, which directly affected the viewing experience. Leaving the city with the pain left by Xizang, perhaps this is the first and last trip to Xizang.

The next day after returning to Shanghai, I hurried to Wuxi. Since Xizang did not go to Linzhi to see the peach blossoms, the cherry blossoms at Yuantouzhu in Wuxi could not be missed. With a swollen face in the Tibetan area, I ended my March trip on the Changchun Bridge where the spring breeze blew and the cherry blossoms fluttered.