尼泊尔人的微笑莲花般绽放在泥泞的现世。这个贫穷的国度,像喜马拉雅的冰雪一样晶莹于物质世界的边缘与精神王国的高处。加德满都的轮回晨雾消散之前,慈眉善目的老理发匠一早把自家的铺子开了门,门里门外打扫干净、念念有词地撒上清水、再在门楣上挂一串美丽吉祥的 The nepalese smile is blooming in the muddy world. This poor nation, like the snow and ice of the Himalayas, is crystal clear to the edge of the material world and to the heights of the spiritual kingdoms. Before the fog of the Kathmandu dissipated, the cautious old barber opened the door to his shop early in the morning, cleaned it outside the door, sprinkled it with fresh water, and hung a beautiful auspicious