且让我们以一夜的苦茗诉说半生的沧桑我们都是执著无悔的一群以飘零作归宿1清鸣:我在香格里拉的星空下给你写信。傍晚行队驻扎在小山麓的山脚,遥遥可以仰望到梅里雪山。时至初冬,干涩的寒风如绸缪的绣针刺缝过青黄的高原,常常在黑夜里会惊醒熟睡的我。拉开帐篷,裹衣坐在仍存余温的火堆前,仰首可以看见繁盛且明灭的星辰。 And let us one night bitter Ming tell half the vicissitudes of life we ​​are clinging to a group of fame and fortune 1 Qingming: I wrote to you under the stars of Shangri-La. Evening team stationed in the foothills of the foot of the hill, you can look back to Meili Snow Mountain. As early as winter, the dry cold wind prepared acupuncture stitched across the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, often in the night will wake up asleep I. Open the tent, wrapped in a wrapper sitting still warm before the fire, Yang can see the first prosperous and bright out of the stars.