Blog 55

         I cannot remember since when Tibet became my dream place. Maybe it was the moment I knew this place from my geography textbook, or maybe it was the first time I saw pictures about it. I know Tibet is my dream place, no matter how much I need to pay; I will be there someday in my life time.

         I cannot clearly tell you why I like that place because there are too many reasons in my mind. I like there’s sky, clearly light blue. It has the shortest distance between earth and sky. I like their street, crowded and noisy. I like those huge mountains, and those small skal-bzang me-togs on the mountains. I like those Jingfan flies on the hills, and passing fortunes with wind. There are too many reasons to say why I like this place, and here are too many secrets on this land. I maybe like to go to the north-west part of Tibet, seeing those desolation deserts. I also can spend my whole afternoon in a small cafe in hotel’s down stair, enjoying a bowl of milk tea made from the Tibetan woman and spending my whole afternoon under sunshine.

         When people go to Tibet, they have to slow down their living tempo. On Tibet’s street, you cannot walk like you are in New York’s streets. There are only about forty percent oxygen exist in Tibet’s air (comparing with sea level oxygen amount in the air). In there, even run can cause death. In Tibet, you can slow down your life, and enjoy that city.