Tuesday, February 22, 2011

In the western city of Man-made color day

 CCTV and many had been fashion media as the gap, the season of plum flowers branches, and finally in her home in Japan, accepted an interview with correspondents.
January, rain, light snow in Japan also, in her home in cozy warmth, a cup of Japanese tea, like close friend, we leisurely and talk.
colorful sutra streamers, Mani stone gorgeous, girls who are always red and green beads ....... all the sudden, like God does not accidentally knocked over a seven-color box.
only the greedy little sucker, hold your breath, close your eyes, the dark tentacles of millions of desperately collected between heaven and earth are a number of primary hh in the first sense.
where God knocked its seven-color paint box?
I do not know.
in the Nam Co lake in the Barkhor small pavement, Ali purple woods, wild peach in Bomi, in the roof of the Potala Palace, or in piles of Mani stones and colorful prayer flags on the high praise? because of my professional habit, I asked a lot of friends have been to Tibet. They are is to be conquered.
Sichuan-Tibet line that I've been quiet small village, the simple customs and flavor of the natural environment people have some wild notion.
for the first time after the return to Tibet, to the feeling of the old Tibet, and I really like Vienna, Austria, the works of famous painter Klimt mysticism, a strong graphic sense and glittering decorative effect of the visual impact, which reminds me of Klimt paintings by pouring all kinds of expression, it is by some mysterious elements of Oriental asymmetrical composition, decoration patterns of shape, color and line drawing, after re-unification, decorative elements and a large number of lutetium Jinmasaike dazzling wide variety of people think of birth.
a picture of a city, so the lines with gold and memory walk vision into the Seaman.
Klimt paintings she likes, like Tibet, Qing Lang Mingli city environment that color. They have the same mysterious similar, although his paintings have a lot of people do not understand strange world, but be specific theme each painting is the mystery of gold, beautiful in holiness.
special kind of feeling and ultimately we just want to feel the mysterious fit, so I said, I like found the realm of color gives me the as diffuse light rain over our shoulders and hair, a pedestrian was shocked, could not believe my eyes .......< br> in a small village in the Sichuan-Tibet border, my grandmother used to go to a Tibetan family home visits, the place remote rugged, dangerous mountain bad water, all the way hard, but the view is surprisingly magnificent.
we sat on the floor inside her home Yuanba, drinking fresh butter tea, basking in the hot sun. elderly people have known to have remote guests, specially put on her red gown, wear beads inlaid turquoise and red coral necklace and our group photo.
a stream, from the old village roaring back from the two mountains , Fei Liu surging, jumping all the way to a cliff, and tens of meters in mid-air volley down the cliff, falling into a pool of calm and serene lakes.
crystal clear water all year round, the sun in fine, when fish swim underwater insects, fine now complete.
a pedestrian breathlessly came to the lake, the sky clear after the rain. glistening dew still hanging in the bushes and trees a little, the wind did not move. distant bush also drilled a only the gray hare, tits chirp in the forest. We can not help but have raised a sweep shot.

wow! all people have sent in unison exclaimed. , green, blue, purple, a huge white waves, the seven brightly colorful rainbow volley and now.
I will never forget the color. city you can not use conventional methods of color theory and research to define it, understand it. such as Lhasa, Tibet, many other cities, including their colors are anti-conventional, and even sudden, breaking the rules of color suddenly a large population and thin, the days of low clouds in the big scenes big momentum into irregular harmony. such as Tibetan prayer flags of color, I think that between heaven and earth to absorb the Rainbow-hyun, the original ecological colorful colors, so that the alpine zone of the people, a generation the natural sounds of nature on behalf of the natural heritage in the ancient mystery of color, some red and green solid color, bold woven into the life, woven into the mystery of the pilgrimage route hh
city on a cloud ------- - Golden Potala Palace. The whole city was floating on a cloud. ornate white gold and holy to the extreme, carried out under the sky of China unmatched screen.
good guess. The picture on the wall describe me, To the white, carried out under the sky of China unmatched screen. is her collection a few years ago, a friend brought her from Tibet.
mysterious gold surface, we can understand, but I think it do not really understand its charm. such as the sunset slowly climbed the roof of the Potala Palace, a layer was so gorgeous we can not own gold-plated over everyone's face, body, mountains presents real golden texture, roof Ambilight. Lhasa silent streets of the city white cloud in the curtain call, the sun, such as honey, overwhelming. all the sounds of nature like the classic scene. Everybody stay there, the soul returns to the original pious and serene, like the usual time, and that moment, we really have to be covered by the light of Lhasa.
I may not be a true pilgrim, can not explain in words but in this unknown world, I especially want a man quietly left alone, I know that gold and blue-white depths, there is what I want solitude, the realm of pure inexplicable waiting for me.
maybe I'll not read it far, but I am willing to a pious heart, still and record its special.
she said, go, you will have unexpected gains. , about the photography and travel like a bunch of writers, a good experience there, pure, distant and fantasy hh
the Sichuan-Tibet line although the line of the two I remember, but go to that friend told me , belonging to a person's milestone. is still my possession to the people can not read the city, I would like a buffet line of backpackers as good care of luggage, ready to go, to find those golden sky aria.
Since then, I remember Tibet, remember this Block colorful city.

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