On the high mountain peak, it is raining lightly, playing with it. There is no enthusiasm in summer, no sadness in autumn and no sadness in winter. Just like spring, touch your face like a mother's hand. The whole body exudes a refreshing fragrance, will it attract a butterfly?
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.
I hope I can breathe the thin and pure air, watch the Tibetan grandmother sew, listen to her endless whispers and talk about past lives.
I hope to run on the grassland, listen to the wind whistling in my ear, and watch the raised whip pull out 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.
Tibet is a mysterious place with bright sunshine, white clouds, pure sky, thin air, continuous snow-capped mountains and quiet lakes.
I hope to sit on the grassland, smell the long grass friction and look at the distant mountains. 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.
When I arrived in Lhasa, I saw mountains all around. These mountains are like the Great Wall. There is not even a tree on the mountain, but all strange stones.
Walking in the bazaar in Lhasa seems to have crossed 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.
Tibet's scenery is like a fairyland, snowy mountains and grasslands, and herds of cattle and sheep. If people are as old as ever, heaven and earth will be empty!