不远处传来大号厚重的声音,我转身望去,将近3米长的长号,架在地上,三个喇嘛正鼓着腮帮子全神贯注地吹着。他们背后就是连绵的雪山,这声音从地上传入山中,再从雪峰的天界而来,像雪崩的轰鸣,霎那就将我吞没。 Not far from a large thick came the sound, I turned and looked, nearly 3-meter-long trombone, shelved on the ground, the three lamas are blowing their cheeks preoccupiedly blowing. Behind them is a continuous snow-capped mountains, the sound from the ground into the mountains, and then come from the heaven of Xuefeng, like avalanche roar, grabbing me in an instant.