信徒日光倾城。夕阳流淌在布达拉宫蜿蜒迤逦的墙碟,大朵的白云在湛蓝的天空流转,像极亘古圣洁的冰川,峰顶之上尽显时光苍茫。任风云变幻,世事更迭。我是生长在旷野里的一棵树,高原亮烈的阳光舔得我生疼。恍惚里,听见远处转经的铜铃声,闻到弥漫在每一寸空气里的藏香。那一年,第一次看见朝圣的僧人,披着袈裟,双手合十,念念有词,每走三步就匍匐尘 Believers sunlight Allure. Sunset flowing in the Potala Palace meandering wall plate, large white clouds flow in the blue sky, like the most ancient and holy glaciers, filling the peak time is vast. Renfeng changing, changing things. I am a tree growing in the wilderness, licked by the bright sunlight of the plateau. In the trance, I heard the copper bells ringing in the distance, smelling the Tibetan incense in every inch of air. That year, the pilgrimage monks saw the pilgrimage for the first time, dressed in coy, folded his hands together,