The pilgrimage of seda

                                Day1

          In the way of recording dribs and drabs, through the window to capture the photos passing through the scenery, feeling if only to take pictures is soulless, while lamenting the beauty of the place is less a feeling deeply experience! Want to use the written record, do not know how to start to write the opening remarks of the color, also afraid of their rough writing not to write a breathtaking red sea of piety and kindness, not to write a scarlet shuttle in the buddhist sutras of firmness and perseverance, not to write the belief and power of celestial burial……

The pilgrimage of seda
The pilgrimage of seda

          The pace of contemporary popular life rhythm is in a hurry, busy arrive a place with the fastest speed, scour like shadow is searching famous landmark, proving so-and-so is here visit. But there is also a place -- the laarong wuming buddhist academy in seda -- where tens of thousands of jemus and lamas practice, walking on a plateau averaging about 4,200 meters, slowly watching the night fall and the scattered lights in the red wooden houses light up. Some people say that there are a thousand stories about him. Perhaps under the black mask, hidden are the stories about the youth of girls and boys.

The pilgrimage of seda

          Thinking about the night view of the whole college, I began to walk brightly up the stairs. Wearing a slightly heavy down jacket, I felt heavy and my heart beat faster. But when I reached the top and looked down on the night view, I felt that my fatigue was worth it! When you come back from the buddhist academy, the wooden houses are lit up one by one. The lights are blooming all over the mountains like gesang flowers, striking your vision. The cold and the sea of lights interweave with each other and slowly slow down your pace to feel.

The pilgrimage of seda

          It is entrenched in the garze Tibetan land a touch of the red Buddha, in the western sichuan plateau to accumulate the holy land. They practice Buddhism in the hard and poor life, and carry the water from the well with the kettle under the night back to the wooden house, and spend their lives in a primitive way

The pilgrimage of seda

                                  Day2

Accustomed to the city of steel and concrete tall buildings, when you see the blue sky and white clouds so within reach, it will be more than a surprise. Along the way, from the green mountains covered with dense vegetation to the mountains with sparse and desolate vegetation, from the bare rocks to the mountains covered with yellow sand, from the light blue sky to the boundless blue sky and white clouds... Like a baby greedily suck milk, desperately with the eyes from the endless absorption of gifts from nature.

The pilgrimage of seda
The pilgrimage of seda

      Perhaps the plateau weather is changing, the morning of the red temple dongga temple clouds layer upon layer, the phnom penh temple in particular dazzling, the temple in red, yellow, the window outline with a unique pattern. There is no juicy green grass or handsome men riding horses in the golden horse steppe opposite. Although it is early summer, the steppe has not been awakened by the enthusiasm. It is covered with green and yellow grass.

The pilgrimage of seda The pilgrimage of seda

    Saw the night view of the buddhist academy, also want to see it in the daytime spectacular, again climbed up the hill toward the kan went up the hill. Wear shoes in passing from the buddhist all prayers, a wisp of incense float to the nose, fiercely aroma is half want to breath, the top of the mountain the cloud appears to be closer to you, looking into the distance, on the other side of the sun on the top of the mountain snow haven't finished, big flashing the light of the silvery white, the wind lifted your shawl, through your hair, to soothe the pilgrimage. From the morning to the evening, the worshipers kneel down to pray for the afterlife, which is a salvation of the soul!

The pilgrimage of seda

Lao fan next door has a folk song "how I want to embrace you in the mediocre days", one of which is: "there are a lot of things in the world, life or death. Even though you don't speak Tibetan and can't communicate with them, you can still feel the power of faith. Sometimes we stumble all the way to their own want to live like, but they have forgotten the original intention. On the way to the celestial burial platform, parked full of cars, how many people here waiting to see the celestial burial, the original life and death but a blink of an eye. Climb over stone craters and up sandy hillsides toward higher ground, occasionally smelling the rancid smell of dead bodies or some other pungent, nauseating smell hitting your sense of smell. Because do not know the specific time of celestial burial, waiting for more than an hour, waiting or waiting. The celestial burial masters would separate the body into several parts and chant the name vulture. You can see a steady stream of vultures flying over the hillside behind you, hovering in the sky after the wings, staying behind the red cloth of the autopsy table, everything ready, hundreds of vultures rushed to the body, causing the sky to fly yellow sand! The beginning of the cycle of life such as sand dust on the wind dissipation

The pilgrimage of seda