在尕海湖边阳光浓烈,湖水寂静。卖酸奶的扎西草比去年丰满了许多,比以前害羞了许多。她总是别过头去,假装去看草丛中跳来跳去的旱獭。风把她的红头巾高高吹起,把我不认识她时的时光吹起,把去年的倒影吹起,把我的孤独也吹起。 Lake in Gahai strong sunlight, the lake still. Tacos selling yogurt is much more plump than last year, much less shy than before. She always does not go overboard, pretending to see the marmots jumping in the grass. The wind blows her red turban high, blows the hours when I do not know her, blows the reflection of last year and blows my loneliness.