Chapter 2 first dream garden

lotus padma I saw a new heaven and a new earth again, for the previous heaven and earth had passed away, and the sea was no more. ——[Bible. Revelation] 1 In the early hours of the morning, she heard small noises in the room.It was as if a strange man in the same room got up in the dark, fumbled to put on his clothes, opened the door and walked out of the room.The twilight was cool, and the white cotton shirt on his body suddenly disappeared at the corner of the door, like the wings of a bird flying across the night sky, leaving no trace.The narrow wooden stairs of Rima Hotel creaked and could not bear the heavy weight.Open your eyes and listen.There is the sound of rustling rain outside the window, like the silkworms raised in cardboard boxes when I was a child, wriggling in large pieces on the mulberry leaves, eating all night.Strong and sustained sound.The sound of rain.

Countless times, she had hoped to wake up at such a moment one day.You can see the night rain in Lhasa, see them come and go in a mysterious manner, and land on the valley and ground of the plateau when everything is silent, until the end of the morning.But during the year and a half I stayed here, I never suffered from insomnia.The sleep is strong, and I fall asleep every time I touch the pillow.Perhaps it is due to the reduction of the oxygen content in the air, which slows the blood supply to the brain, causing mild dizziness similar to anesthesia, which is a reaction of altitude sickness.It's just that I don't know it.

when Wake up.Around seven in the morning.The sky is bright, the sky is clear, and the morning glow after the rain is gorgeous and clear.The sounds and bustle of the night disappeared without a trace.Below the window of the hotel is the one-story house of the neighboring Tibetans, with colorful flags flying on the roof in an uproar in the wind.Five or six small wet puddles remained, unevaporated by the sun that was about to break through the clouds.After the earth wakes up, it restores a violent and dry temperament. She told him that the rain here, like a miracle, cannot be spied on.They act on their own, without being known or guessed by others.You won't see such rain in any city in the world.It's a miracle you can feel, so close to you.Very different from any experience you've ever had.They are hints of being blessed.

In the notebook she carried with her, she extracted a description of Lhasa by the 19th-century European explorer God Fu Gubocha.In this pink and white silk notebook, there are some complicated and trivial excerpts.Some are obtained from books that have been read in various disciplines, intermittent and incoherent poems and diaries, some pictures or pages of magazine information are torn out and inserted in them, including plants, food, portraits, local chronicles, design materials, etc. .Occasionally mixed with some pencil sketches with rustic lines, depicting the details of buildings or small objects.Small scrawled characters copied with a ballpoint pen.

"Lhasa in Gubocha's time was a very active small city. Although two-thirds of the residents in the city were monks, it didn't really make people feel its religious atmosphere... The mixed characteristics of the city: comparatively rich and poor ( pretended riches and endured poverty), the cunning of commerce and the innocence of the retreat, the mannerisms of the nobility and the vulgarity of the nomads, he provides illustrations of various occupations, aspirations, national groups and castes: Anvil the monotonous sound of mantras being chanted, the sound of conch horns, the neighing of cattle in the market place.

During the day there are Tibetans, Han Chinese, Mongolians, Kashmiris and dark-faced Bhutanese, laughing, muttering prayers and, of course, buying and selling.Only some of this mixed population lived in Lhasa, others were travelers in transit, wandering beggars, monks from monasteries in the area, and sometimes farmers and traders who had to travel for months to get here..." She is obsessed with the text itself, reading each word softly.Their arrangement exudes a fresh and different atmosphere, which seems to have no connection with the place in which they are placed.it's here.The rain at night will only accompany the long and confused time, covering the barren gray plateau city all night long.If it can be called a city.But sometimes it seemed to her more like a sunken palace, abandoned in the silence of an ancient forest overgrown with vines.Murals, temples, Buddha.Prostrate and kneeling crowd.The sunlight projected at a closer distance, the connection between man and the sky is so close.