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—— Chen Yunhua 00 Mechanics
On July 18th, we were divided into four groups to live in Tibetan homes. The Tibetan people’s homes that we received were diagonally opposite the town hall. The host arranged for us to live in a small warehouse where we put things in. The door was facing the barn, and from time to time we could hear the sound of cows and horses. The walls of the house were hung with ropes and wooden devices for the bundles of green bark, and some debris was piled below. The next morning we found a chicken eager to get into the iron bar of the window. It turned out to be a nest in a box by the window, and a dozen eggs had been laid. The host sent us six mats. We could put a sleeping bag on it. After things settled, we began to take initiative to get close to the owner's house. Mengwa and Mao Mao teat three girls on the host family. Two of the three girls are about ten years old, and it seems that they are called Jen Zhuo Ma, Yi Xizhuo, and the male niece. The only one who is only two or three years old is the daughter of the male owner. The little girl's face was dark, and her teeth were white with laughter. But just laughing, they don't know how many Chinese vocabulary words. More importantly, I think it is a national difference. In fact, sometimes I don't speak much with kids. He may also be like you and your older sister. Played, but in the days that followed, we were always separated from the little girls. The man's master is called "Poverty" and is a standard Tibetan. He is tall, dark-faced, with fine eyes, and his hair is arbitrarily dressed. At a glance, he is accustomed to the sun and the people who are accustomed to the wind. The wife of “Popong†is what we call “Ajia†(“sisterâ€), and the father of Popo is what we call “Pola†(“Grandpa†means). Polla used a spinning hammer in his hands. We called him "Pola," and he smiled at us. Tibetans eat about 10:00 to 11:00, very late. What I eat is something cooked in flour. Before eating, Pola sat on a mat and drank butter tea. After drinking a bowl, she was full of Pu’era’s family. The two little girls looked intently at the TV while holding a bowl. The TV broadcast was Tibetan. The meal was not eaten with only one sip. There was indeed a taste we were not accustomed to. She referred to it as "the yak taste." After returning to our warehouse that evening, everyone picked up instant noodles.
The next day we got up about eight or nine o'clock. When the poor went out, the Ah family wanted to go to the fields to weed the grasshoppers. We volunteered to follow them. The A family walked in front and passed through a block of green barren fields. There were Tibetan women who were bending over to work. As soon as they saw us outsiders, they stood up and looked at us. They watched us silently for a long time, and then bent quietly down to work, such as alert and hard-working mice. I have seen two Tibetan women working in the fields on the mountain. Perhaps one is a mother-in-law and one is a daughter-in-law. Both of them are bent over, and they have no words between their heads and weeding each other. One ridge and another ridge. In this small field, they are weeding. Maybe we think they are small and tired. But they do not know this. They are combing their world and they are so understanding. In Tibet, weeding is the work of women. They carry buttered tea and alfalfa to the fields and eat in the fields at noon. It is a full day of fatigue.
In the field of Ajia, Ah set down the basket and taught us to recognise the barley and weeds. Then we took out the grass automatically. Weeding the grass, we should carefully bend one tree to the ground, and we must be careful not to step on the barley. Careful, as long as you carefully look for grass, there will always be. After a few moments, I got bored. It was hard to perfunctory a ridge, and I would probably have to re-process it again. It seems that Monva and Maomao are still okay. I can't do it. Ah see that we are very tired, we call back, I am sorry, can not help but only to go back.
After a day or two was Mongkok Festival, we watched a Tibetan opera in the town hall. Several female players drink barley wine and get drunk.
In the evening, Tibetan TV is not accompanied by watching. Pooh had several trips to our warehouse. He was curious to us. He took one of my books and turned it over several times. He also borrowed a mobile phone from Mengwa and called a relative in Lhasa. He also sang Tibetan songs for us. - The Tibetans of the younger generation are very interested in the way of life of the Han people. They have accepted some things and maintained a very strong Tibetan flavor.
Five days into the home, now I think I can still feel the atmosphere of the warehouse, the voice that once rang in the ears, shaking in front of the eyes. Don't miss it. As soon as we stepped into the life of an ordinary Tibetan, there was no wave, nothing left, nothing taken away.
Now that they are still living in Tibet, we are also at Peking University as we used to be. It is just that our faces have watched each other. Our eyes have stayed and our hearts have stayed. ----
Equipment Tips - Caps
"When the feet are cold, they put on their hats." Because the trunk feels cold, the blood flow to the limbs is reduced to keep important parts, such as the head. The head without a hat is like a radiator, and more than one-half. The heat is lost by the head. Wearing a hat can increase the blood flow to the limbs. Insulated warm hats: heads show off the hats. Velvet hats: Hooded raincoat hoods. Lacing on the brim to prevent the hat from being blown off by the wind.
—— Chen Yunhua 00 Mechanics
On July 18th, we were divided into four groups to live in Tibetan homes. The Tibetan people’s homes that we received were diagonally opposite the town hall. The host arranged for us to live in a small warehouse where we put things in. The door was facing the barn, and from time to time we could hear the sound of cows and horses. The walls of the house were hung with ropes and wooden devices for the bundles of green bark, and some debris was piled below. The next morning we found a chicken eager to get into the iron bar of the window. It turned out to be a nest in a box by the window, and a dozen eggs had been laid. The host sent us six mats. We could put a sleeping bag on it. After things settled, we began to take initiative to get close to the owner's house. Mengwa and Mao Mao teat three girls on the host family. Two of the three girls are about ten years old, and it seems that they are called Jen Zhuo Ma, Yi Xizhuo, and the male niece. The only one who is only two or three years old is the daughter of the male owner. The little girl's face was dark, and her teeth were white with laughter. But just laughing, they don't know how many Chinese vocabulary words. More importantly, I think it is a national difference. In fact, sometimes I don't speak much with kids. He may also be like you and your older sister. Played, but in the days that followed, we were always separated from the little girls. The man's master is called "Poverty" and is a standard Tibetan. He is tall, dark-faced, with fine eyes, and his hair is arbitrarily dressed. At a glance, he is accustomed to the sun and the people who are accustomed to the wind. The wife of “Popong†is what we call “Ajia†(“sisterâ€), and the father of Popo is what we call “Pola†(“Grandpa†means). Polla used a spinning hammer in his hands. We called him "Pola," and he smiled at us. Tibetans eat about 10:00 to 11:00, very late. What I eat is something cooked in flour. Before eating, Pola sat on a mat and drank butter tea. After drinking a bowl, she was full of Pu’era’s family. The two little girls looked intently at the TV while holding a bowl. The TV broadcast was Tibetan. The meal was not eaten with only one sip. There was indeed a taste we were not accustomed to. She referred to it as "the yak taste." After returning to our warehouse that evening, everyone picked up instant noodles.
The next day we got up about eight or nine o'clock. When the poor went out, the Ah family wanted to go to the fields to weed the grasshoppers. We volunteered to follow them. The A family walked in front and passed through a block of green barren fields. There were Tibetan women who were bending over to work. As soon as they saw us outsiders, they stood up and looked at us. They watched us silently for a long time, and then bent quietly down to work, such as alert and hard-working mice. I have seen two Tibetan women working in the fields on the mountain. Perhaps one is a mother-in-law and one is a daughter-in-law. Both of them are bent over, and they have no words between their heads and weeding each other. One ridge and another ridge. In this small field, they are weeding. Maybe we think they are small and tired. But they do not know this. They are combing their world and they are so understanding. In Tibet, weeding is the work of women. They carry buttered tea and alfalfa to the fields and eat in the fields at noon. It is a full day of fatigue.
In the field of Ajia, Ah set down the basket and taught us to recognise the barley and weeds. Then we took out the grass automatically. Weeding the grass, we should carefully bend one tree to the ground, and we must be careful not to step on the barley. Careful, as long as you carefully look for grass, there will always be. After a few moments, I got bored. It was hard to perfunctory a ridge, and I would probably have to re-process it again. It seems that Monva and Maomao are still okay. I can't do it. Ah see that we are very tired, we call back, I am sorry, can not help but only to go back.
After a day or two was Mongkok Festival, we watched a Tibetan opera in the town hall. Several female players drink barley wine and get drunk.
In the evening, Tibetan TV is not accompanied by watching. Pooh had several trips to our warehouse. He was curious to us. He took one of my books and turned it over several times. He also borrowed a mobile phone from Mengwa and called a relative in Lhasa. He also sang Tibetan songs for us. - The Tibetans of the younger generation are very interested in the way of life of the Han people. They have accepted some things and maintained a very strong Tibetan flavor.
Five days into the home, now I think I can still feel the atmosphere of the warehouse, the voice that once rang in the ears, shaking in front of the eyes. Don't miss it. As soon as we stepped into the life of an ordinary Tibetan, there was no wave, nothing left, nothing taken away.
Now that they are still living in Tibet, we are also at Peking University as we used to be. It is just that our faces have watched each other. Our eyes have stayed and our hearts have stayed. ----
Equipment Tips - Caps
"When the feet are cold, they put on their hats." Because the trunk feels cold, the blood flow to the limbs is reduced to keep important parts, such as the head. The head without a hat is like a radiator, and more than one-half. The heat is lost by the head. Wearing a hat can increase the blood flow to the limbs. Insulated warm hats: heads show off the hats. Velvet hats: Hooded raincoat hoods. Lacing on the brim to prevent the hat from being blown off by the wind.
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