2. I hope to breathe the thin and pure air, watch the Tibetan grandmother sew, listen to her endless whispers and talk about the past and present. Time left a deep mark on her face, but happiness shone in her eyes for a long time. She believes and always thanks God for his deep intentions.
3. I hope to hear the wandering singer sing a legend without tears, rough and bold. The shepherd boy's piccolo has a clever rhythm and rises and falls from time to time. As a backup singer, the girl has a clear voice and a healthy glow on her face. The herdsmen were silent and could not bear to be disturbed. Accompanied by this ancient melody, the old man went back to the past and opened his mouth slightly, as if humming.
I hope to sit on the grassland, smell the grass friction in the long direction and look at the mountains in the distance. There are several black spots in the sky, which are eagles and are regarded as the sons of God. The background is the blue sky and snow-capped mountains in the sacred area, emitting sacred and holy light. People say that pure people will go there after death, where the moonlight is no longer cold and the snow is no longer raging. That's every Tibetan family.
Here, there are the most spectacular mountains and rivers. Here, there are the most colorful national cultures. Here, there are the strongest religious feelings. Here, there are the simplest people in Tibet.
6. Walking in the bazaar in Lhasa seems to have traveled through time and space and arrived in the Tang Dynasty. That small group of travel-stained caravans infected the holy land with joy. Those rows of houses with a history of thousands of years, maybe they are the owners of this city. Silently guarding history. I have a bracelet in my hand, a hat on my head and a Tibetan robe. I looked at the country's proximity to the sky and smelled the air, as if I were a messenger sent by heaven to travel around the world.
7. I hope to run on the grassland, listen to the wind whistling in my ear, and watch the whip I raised lack the sun again and again. From a distance, the slope is green, big sheep are floating on it, and the back under the bow carries a quiet dusk. Approaching, you will hear gentle and shy crying and see gentle and kind eyes, which makes people exclaim: "All this is so pure!" " "This is a place closest to the sky, with the mystery hovering in the first hundred years.