第一次听摇滚,是一个北风呼啸的冬天,我靠着沙发,看着报纸,昏昏欲睡。然后,那一声“回到拉萨,回到了布达拉”将我猛地惊醒。至今我依然清晰地记得当时内心的汹涌起伏——伴随着那个清澈厚实的男声,伴随着那声百转千回的“回到拉萨”,我发现自己竟然激动得说不出一个字。 The first time I listened to rock, it was a winter when the north wind whistled. I leaned on the sofa and watched the newspaper and was drowsy. Then, “I returned to Lhasa and returned to Potala.” I awakened suddenly. So far I still clearly remember the turbulence of the heart at that time - with the clear and thick male voice, along with the sound of a hundred thousand back “back to Lhasa,” I found myself even excited to say no word.