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,UGG shoes, 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 a deep, strong 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).
so I came to Lhasa, came to the long-awaited my mom and dad around, came to the middle of my brothers and sisters, I started in Tibet Nearly three years of childhood.
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this is called Each courtyard is lined with bungalows, from the outside looks the same, if not carefully distinguished, it is easy to go wrong. Dolma aunt in the row in front of my house, my eldest sister and her Ram living together. That was sixteen years of Ram, has participated in the work. her hair in two braids always, wearing a green dress four pockets, a very thick pen to another in a shirt pocket on walking, like a gust of wind; she never called me little girl, just call me: magic into my mouth, like a piece of cheese, sometimes holding me to her house to play and Dolma. Their rooms are the same as my home, very small, soil embryo barrier wall is very thick, about There is a wide, middle of the room is a metal stove. (Note: the original military cadres into the possession of the eighth and the group of cadres have lived in this house.) Their house can be really Wennuan ah! iron furnace in the total bird there is a wood-burning, fire is always a very busy look. often see Ram with machetes before dark, very thick wire with roots tied red willow dragged all the way back, saw me through the window on the iron fence called her to reveal at me in that small eye teeth, raise their hands in the machete; her face often have a Road switchgrass program, but had never heard her cry pain, no see her Maguo medicine. I know where my grandmother gave my mother a few bottles Yunnanbaiyao to sneak out a small bottle, learn the way grandmother, poured a little powder in the palm, then fingers the other hand water, wet, white powder to the Ram points put on the wound; wiping, she would frown, and then I will hold tightly in his arms, gently told me: ;; she calls out hot sprayed on my neck, tickling hh
my house is the last in a row, outside the window is an open space and a well. One morning I just woke up, heard a movement in the yard, across the fence to see dads with their Ram and several large open space where children weeding, digging, they laugh, and doing so happy ah! father looked up from time to time, with one arm rub the sweat, see me lying on the fence, called: to: Humph! farmers! Miao Miao basin water to those dazzling, she said: the mean, over three thousand meters above sea level in this is rarely seen in Lhasa green plants, and my father planted some in the open green onions, vegetables and sunflowers, also made by basin bean sprouts, divided neighbors people, so that everyone would try a fresh; This Dun Dun potatoes and canned food for people who should be the most delicious cuisine of the. father is the best at surface when the side of the iron stove in a big pot of boiling water, boiling water, cook noodles, when put into; until the instant of time, and then sprinkle a handful of bean sprouts and green, and then open a can of pork; sprinkle some salt before each bowl, ladle a spoonful of canned meat on, and then scoop a tablespoon of boiling soup in the bowl steep, suddenly, the mist steaming room, a rich broth flavored channeling my nose straight, slander may I direct swallowing; Finally, he noodles and bean sprouts are divided in each bowl, then called over Dolma aunt and Ram, people joyfully around the iron stove, eating warm, Yang Chunmian, feeling Life is really good.