车行驶到纳根拉山口时,我已头晕目眩。高原反应加上突如其来的雨让去圣湖的路格外艰辛。乌云中的一缕阳光斜斜地打在我黝黑的脸上,山口的经幡在猎猎西风中呼呼喘息。翻过山口就是圣湖纳木错,眼前一块翡翠色的宝石静静镶嵌在念青唐古拉山的怀抱里。那是一种纯净得让人窒息的蓝,一种圣洁得让人流泪 I was already dizzy when I was driving to the Na Kanra Pass. Plateau reaction coupled with unexpected rain to the holy lake is particularly difficult on the road. A ray of sunshine in the dark clouds hit my dark face diagonally, and the prayer flags in the mouth of the mountain whirled in hunting westerlies. Turned over the mouth of the Holy Lake is Namco wrong, in front of a jadeite gem quietly embedded in the arms of the Nyainqentanglha Mountains. It was a pure, suffocating blue, a holy tear