Lhasa wine house

Walking in the alleys of the old city of Lhasa, you can smell the smoke of simmered mulberry, and outline the flavor of the holy city belonging to the snowy area with the smell of butter. The oncoming Tibetan friends are all smiles, which makes foreigners feel the most sincere and friendly.

When I am free, I like to go to bars in Lhasa with my friends. There is no gorgeous lintel to attract guests, and there is no wine trick that moves with the wind. This wine collection is in the humble Gu Xiang, and most people who know it are local Tibetans. They don't care about outsiders, but they get drunk in this pub. They want a pot of homemade highland barley wine, which is sweet and sour, and won't hurt the boundless heroism. Find a cool afternoon in the hot sun on the plateau, make Tianjin full of sweetness and talk less. You might as well drink more, and no one will take a nap when you are full.

Melodious Tibetan songs echoed in the hut. If you think that's not enough, you should make friends with enthusiastic Tibetan ABBA and AMBA. When in a good mood, most of them will sing touching songs, which are beautiful and charming. When you are in love, you are invited to sing the same song. You love this closeness, and there is no racial or geographical barrier. The beginning of life is so beautiful

The wine table is exactly the same as the one set at home when I was a child. The simplest wooden material, the white wall is slightly yellow under the fumigation of time, and the doors and windows are piled up with years of soot. This place is strange, but it is easy to evoke homesickness. In our old house, there are two wooden windows that can be opened outward, a simple sofa bed, a wall that is no longer white after being pickled by time, a yard covered with green vines, and red apples hanging from the back branches of first frost ... At night, the family chats around the stove and snuggles up to the sweet cats sleeping on their knees, all of which are Chen Meng. When we grow up, like full-fledged birds, we are eager to fly, getting farther and farther away from home, spending less and less time with our parents, and unconsciously our hometown has become an unreachable existence in our dreams. What should I do? A friend once said: If our hometown can't give us a maid, we can only become duckweeds. Wanderers, time and time again, travel farther and farther. After all, what do you want to take back to your hometown?

We are selfish except that we have never seen the Han people in the pub. We don't want such a secret base to be exposed to the sun. Travelers who come to Tibet are content to see the majestic Potala Palace, the sacred Jokhang Temple and the breathtaking scenery buried in mountains and rivers.

After staying in Tibet for a long time, my skin is tanned and my mood is empty. I always like to find some unknown shops hidden in old houses, stay for a long time, drink a pot of wine, brag with my friends and forget the tired skeleton of life for a while.

I like wine, but I'm not an idiot. I once swore when I was drunk that I would never touch a drop of wine. It took me a long time to find out what I can't quit. Why be so hard on yourself? Drinking this crazy medicine in moderation is also a good medicine, full of sadness and generosity.

Lhasa is a place where parting is more than gathering. Some people have seen it, and once they turn around, they can't see it anymore. It is as light as water and looks like a real gentleman.

The pub in Lhasa is a magical place that needs neither decoration nor vanity. A glass of wine enters the throat, and the air is filled with the fragrance of highland barley, which is moderately sweet and sour.