四年后故地重游,明明才短短四年,而当我站在拉萨的街头的那一刻,生生明白了什么叫沧海桑田。十月的西藏已经很冷了,出发前我特意塞进箱子里的棉衣也确实派上了用场。布达拉宫的门票在淡季都涨到了两百块钱,我用针织披肩裹着头去取票,有点淡淡的忧伤。工作人员讲,旺季的时候是三百呢。我小声讲,我当年来的时候,才一百。工作人员又补充了一句,明年可能还要涨。大昭寺门前磕长头的人们依然虔诚,门前两根玛尼竿屹立在广场上, Four years later, the place to revisit, obviously only a short period of four years, and when I stood on the streets of Lhasa, students understand what it is. Tibet in October was already cold, and the cotton padding I deliberately stuffed into the box before departure actually came in handy. Potala Palace tickets have risen to two hundred dollars in the off-season, I wore a knit shawl to pick up the head, a touch of sadness. Staff say, when the peak season is three hundred it. I whispered that when I was a year ago, only one hundred. The staff added one sentence, may be up next year. Jokhang Temple in front of people who knock long head is still pious, in front of two Mani poles stand in the square,