Four years old, I entered Tibet

 The former things have passed, many have been unclear, but may be there are some vivid and unforgettable.
My parents were the first group of cadres, is for the liberation of Tibet, into Tibet from Sichuan . I was born in the Highlands, but not in Lhasa, nor is it on the grid, but Kunming is a mother to my grandmother was born in the side. I have four brothers and sisters, who were born in Tibet, they are gifted with bronze face , like rouge on the face, like, have never lost two Tuo not red. they all love to laugh, smile and they will reveal a very neat and white teeth; they never told me so much that they Always look at the sun with eyes narrowed, and then bowed his head with a rough hand on my head line and two under Hu; happy, they'd raised high, riding on their neck, to go and Sunflower is high; they would in the rain, put me on the basket, the woods to pick wild mushrooms hh they are my half brothers and sisters!
four and a half when I first I first met my father. he came, my grandfather, grandmother told me that my father was a soldier, and pointed to the picture to me, that wearing a dark brown leather jacket, thin, tall man nose is my father. all the way two people saw a man and a woman came, in which the man dropped his hand luggage, bent down, opened his arms to me: slide down, ran toward it with open arms; the wind blew my skirt bulging, I flew into the warm embrace of her arms around his neck tightly, singing in general shouted: ! I also have my father, ah!
Two days later, I and my father, my mother take a train to Chengdu, then flew from Chengdu to Lhasa, Tibet. It was my first time to Tibet, to the means and Tibet father and mother live together, which for me at the time, is a thing to be happy how.
first plane feeling very bad, especially military aircraft, I remember, the sound was on the plane Great, Dad and I spoke with a very loud voice, but I could hear nothing, I need something a mess. body feels when the planes landed to the ground; I was holding my father got off the plane. The first impression is dazzling! as if the sun close to me, dazzling white, what could not see.
against my ear I heard my father say: La Palace
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jeep raised in the stone paved road dust of a slip, like dragging a long tail; I was lying on the warm embrace of my father, who looked curiously at the color of pure ; the sky is blue without any distractions
, low clouds, very white, like fresh cotton, I guess it would stop the car, standing on the roof of my father holding me, as long as the hand, we will be able to grasp quickly to those floating clouds; in the bumps, I stumbled and fell asleep.
Buddhist name, while deep, rich voice woke me from sleep, the sound from the car window was tall and majestic red, yellow and white color coming out of the building. That is how a building ah! its hillside puzzle, stacked layers Diego, imposing, like the eagle turned out! dad told me That is the second Putuo Roshan ----- Potala Palace. There are many people walking the streets, they walked a long knees and bowed toward the direction of the Potala Palace. the air was filled with a rich Unit Tibetan incense burning smell, light blue smoke everywhere in the streets every now and then. the sun, according to the wall still standing, sitting, many people begging for alms, some shaved his head like a temple, monks, and some like through a lot of road, because they basically do not see the color of clothes, some of the clothes have been damaged knee, or have holes, or has become a banner shook; but they face no sorrow , no tears; they see you, are filled with a happy smile.
west Guaiqu car, did not open far to Lhasa to my home: snow making Lingka (Tibetan, ;: There are flowers and trees of the garden).
In fact, it is just rows of bungalows, no heat, when cold, can only burn some dry branches and chunks of dried cow dung. room There is water, but often need to use a torch it cold pan, then tap where the end of the icicles shatter, it may flow out. My family has a big bed and Kang Table, still Kang Table there is a small copper alarm clock. Dad put me on the bed, took off my cotton shoes, surrounded me with a blanket, smiled at me, the ring finger of his right hand into a 9-word, in my nose on the scratch a bit, and Hu line and a bit of my head to yixian curtains and walked out. the house was left to sleep all the way, that claimed to be my mother and me; we looked at each other , who does not speak, the room quiet voice only heard the clock move, action, hot to squeeze in a room of people, leading to wear clothes that can be really good-looking, dark red and golden round after round, Pulu (Tibetan handmade wool coat) is not one of them wearing the sleeves, the neck also Ji Chuan hung a large red and blue beads. She came forward, holding out his hands to hold me out from the quilt inside: There was a body of her sweet yogurt taste, dark hair and dark, like mother, like giving her a thick braid around the head of the root plate two or three times; she still has a few behind some of the kids than I am, all with wide eyes, looked at me curiously. mother smile next to me: his voice was very loud and hearty. I like is encouraged, lying in Dolma's shoulder, patted her on the neck edges are uneven string of stones (turquoise), also looked at the big kids laugh. tallest The girl and her mother have been as high, she stepped forward and touched my face and collar, and turned away, they smiled, revealing a pair of beautiful eye teeth; Later I learned that she is with me Father The half-sister: Ram (Tibetan: Fairy).