坐着火车去拉萨仿佛是一次命中注定的旅行。拉萨,布达拉宫,那个让我梦想多年的地方。最初是因为喜马拉雅,后来因着仓央嘉措。要怎样的情怀、怎样的成长环境才能激发出那么美的情诗、那么干净的诗句!我想去寻找、想去触摸、想去感知。多年之前的我没有信仰,还不能明白那些将生命献给信仰的人们,也不能理解那些磕等身长头去布达拉宫觑见活佛的藏民,更无法料到多年后的今天,自己会如此憧憬着这块圣土。 Traveling to Lhasa as if by train is a fateful journey. Lhasa, Potala Palace, the place that made me dream for many years. Initially because of the Himalayas, and later because of the central office Gyatso. To what kind of feelings, what kind of growth environment can inspire such a beautiful love poem, then clean poem! I want to find, want to touch, want to feel. I did not believe many years ago. I still can not understand the people who gave their lives to their faith. They can not understand those Tibetans who have looked like they could see the living Buddha in the Potala Palace for long periods of time. So longing for this holy land.