高原白列车逶迤在青藏高原,我睡在高原的梦里。是什么时候,天亮了,一道白光飒然游进车窗。哦,高原披着白色的蓑衣,端坐在白色的眠床,垂钓着一片洁白……哦,进了青藏高原,远山近地,天际云雾,有层次的白铺陈起白的视界。我是为了这片洁白素白银白的诱惑如期而来的么?从中国遥远万里的北纬五十三度。听不到车窗外的风声,但仿佛可以感知到豪放而粗犷的来自天空的亘古的交响,悲壮如物极必反的宇宙黑洞。我的魂魄被招去,被洗涤,回到空旷的原始,无边无尽的白光,融入了与进空无缝隙的 Plateau white train 逶 迤 In the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, I sleep in the plateau of the dream. When is the dawn, a white light tour into the window. Oh, the plateau is dressed in white clothes, sitting in a white bed, fishing with a white ... Oh, into the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, far and near the earth, the sky clouds, a layer of white shop Chen white vision. Is it because of the lure of whiteness and whiteness that I came here? Longitude 53 degrees north latitude from China. Can not hear the wind outside the car window, but seems to be able to perceive the bold and bold ancient symphony from the sky, tragic as the black hole of the universe. My soul was recruit, was washed, back to the open primitive, endless white light, integrated into the air into the gap