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Jian Yue stared at the architectural details of the Potala Palace and couldn't take her eyes away.

As an architectural professional, she sees this as a treasure trove of architectural wisdom.

"Look, this design of building on the mountain is amazing." Jian Yue pointed to the main building and said to the children, "It follows the mountain's slope, and the building and the mountain are integrated. It is very stable and looks very imposing. In terms of architectural mechanics and aesthetics, the level is quite high."

Walking to the wall and touching the rough and hard surface, it feels like chatting with history.

"This red and white wall is not simple. The material and painting method of the white wall are very sophisticated. It may be heat-insulating and reflective, making the palace cooler even under the scorching sun. As for the red wall, its color and texture must have been added with special mineral pigments. It looks beautiful and can withstand wind and rain. The craftsmanship is really amazing."

Arriving at the palace gate, Jian Yue stopped and looked at the carvings on the door frame and lintel.

"These carvings are amazing! Each pattern is carefully crafted, with flowers and auspicious animals. Not only are they beautiful, but they also carry the culture of the time and people's wishes for a good life. The lines of the carvings are smooth and natural, with just the right depth. The craftsmen have used their artistic creativity to great effect on this material."

After entering the palace, the light became dim, but Jian Yue's eyes became brighter.

Looking at the large pillars supporting the main hall, I sighed, "The materials used to make these pillars must have been carefully selected. They support the entire palace and have remained in good condition for so many years. Their quality is impeccable. From the perspective of the building structure, the mortise and tenon joints between the pillars are very complicated. They are so strong without the use of nails. The craftsmanship of the ancient Tibetan craftsmen was really high."

In the cultural relics exhibition hall, Jian Yue was very interested in the ancient architectural models and drawings.

Crouching down and looking at a miniature model of the Potala Palace, he said, "Look at this small model. Although it is small, it accurately restores the details of the Potala Palace. From this, we can see how strict the planning was at that time. Each palace and passage had its own use and position, and only together they formed this large complex of buildings."

After visiting a palace, Jian Yue looked up at the sky in the yard.

"The palace's drainage system is also worth pondering. Although there is little rain on the plateau, poor drainage can easily damage buildings. Judging from the layout and traces of drainage facilities, the designer had already thought of this and used the terrain and pipe design to drain rainwater away."

The family continued on their journey...

After leaving the Potala Palace, the family headed towards the Jokhang Temple.

The sun is still shining brightly, illuminating the golden roof of the Jokhang Temple, reflecting a sacred and dazzling light.

In front of the Jokhang Temple, many devout believers were prostrating themselves.

Their eyes were full of determination and piety, every movement was meticulous, and there was a slight sound when their foreheads touched the ground.

Jiang Huayi and Jiang Yaoyao were deeply shocked by this scene.

They unconsciously slowed down their steps and stood in awe.

Jiang Huayi asked Jiang Zeyuan in a low voice, "Dad, why do they do this?"

Jiang Zeyuan squatted down, looked into his son's eyes, and said softly: "This is a way for them to express their faith. They pray for their family and all things in the world. The power of this faith is very strong, and it allows them to find spiritual sustenance in this bow and worship."

Jiang Yaoyao held Jian Yue's hand and said, "Mom, I think they are so great. This kind of persistence is really rare."

Jian Yue touched her daughter's head and said gently, "Yes, faith is a magical thing. It can make people become extremely resilient. We must respect their faith and culture."

When you enter the Jokhang Temple, the air is filled with the scent of Tibetan incense.

The fragrance lingers in every corner, calming one's mind instantly.

In the dim light, exquisite Buddha statues and murals appear before your eyes one by one.

Those murals are colorful and remain vivid after years of use.

Jiang Huayi curiously approached a mural, his eyes wide open, trying to see the details on it clearly.

Pointing to a figure on the mural, he asked, "Mom, who is this picture of?"

Jian Yue also came over, took a closer look and said, "This should be a Bodhisattva in Buddhism."

Jiang Zeyuan took the children on a slow tour of the temple and met an elderly lama, who smiled and nodded to them.

Jiang Zeyuan politely asked if he could explain some knowledge about the Jokhang Temple to the children.

The lama readily agreed and began to speak in not very fluent Mandarin.

"The Jokhang Temple is the center of Tibetan Buddhism. It houses a life-size statue of Sakyamuni Buddha at the age of 12, which is an extremely precious sacred object. Over the years, countless believers have come from all directions just to worship here."

The children listened attentively. Jiang Yaoyao asked in a low voice: "What's so special about this Buddha statue?"

The lama smiled and replied: "This statue is like the Buddha himself. Seeing it is like seeing the Buddha himself. It can cleanse the dust in people's hearts and bring happiness."

After coming out of the Jokhang Temple, the family came to Barkhor Street.

Barkhor Street is very bustling, with a wide variety of shops on both sides of the street, some selling special handicrafts, some selling traditional Tibetan clothing, and various snack stalls exuding tempting aromas.

Jiang Yaoyao's eyes suddenly lit up, and she took Jiang Huayi's hand and ran to a jewelry store.

"Brother, look at these ornaments, they are so beautiful!"

The shop is filled with a variety of Tibetan accessories, brightly colored beads, exquisite silver jewelry, each one is unique.

Jiang Huayi picked up a bracelet with turquoise and said, "This bracelet suits you very well. It will look great on you."

Jian Yue and Jiang Zeyuan also came in.

"These ornaments are really exquisite. Can you tell us what they mean?"

The shop owner is a kind Tibetan woman. She picked up a red coral ornament and said, "In our Tibetan culture, red coral represents auspiciousness and wealth, and turquoise symbolizes good luck and peace. These ornaments all carry blessings."

Jiang Yaoyao put on the bracelet and happily showed it to everyone.

"Mom, Dad, Brother, does it look good?"

Everyone nodded in approval.

Then, Jian Yue went on a shopping spree and bought seven or eight of them, preparing to take them home as souvenirs.

Then, they were attracted by the aroma from the food stalls.

There were a lot of people gathered in front of a stall selling Tibetan yogurt.

Jiang Huayi squeezed over and bought a few bowls.

"Mom, Dad, sister, come and try this yogurt, it smells so good." He handed each person a bowl.

The yogurt was thick and white, sprinkled with some white sugar and nuts.

Jiang Yaoyao took a bite and her eyes narrowed into slits.

"Mmm, this yogurt is so sour, but after adding sugar and nuts, it tastes so rich and delicious."

Jian Yue smiled and said, "This is a local specialty, pure natural yogurt, which is different from what we usually eat."

They continued strolling in Barkhor Street while eating yogurt.