牦牛在念青唐古拉山,在纳木措,在雅鲁藏布江大峡谷,随处可见默立的牦牛。你是我家乡耕牛的远亲吧。在世界脊背上,竟然有我久别的亲人。每见你一次我的心灵便震颤不已。这是我见过的最有风度的牛,雪线之下,它像一个乡村哲人,纹丝不动,凝望着远处的雪峰。没有牛绳。没有伙伴。它长久不动,已凝固为大地上的一棵树、一只兀鹰、一粒尼码堆上的黑石子……似乎这个世界上已没有什么可以让它所困所扰所累所感。孤独的牦牛,大美的牦牛,它是一尊神,在默诵着一卷无字的经文;此刻,我真想跳下车来,做一个牧童,执鞭站在你的身后…… Yak Nyainqentanglha Mountains, Namtso, in the Brahmaputra Grand Canyon, Moli yak everywhere. You are a farmer in my hometown. On the spine of the world, I actually have long loved ones. My heart trembles every time I see you. This is the most gentle cow I have ever seen. Under the snow line, it looks like a country philosopher, motionless, staring at the snowy peaks in the distance. No cow rope. No partners. It has stood still for a long time, has solidified itself into a tree on the earth, a vulture, and a black stone on a Nepalese yard ... It seems that there is nothing in the world that can make it feel trapped. Lonely yak, beautiful yak, it is a god, silently recited a volume of wordless scriptures; at this moment, I really want to jumped off the car, to be a shepherd boy, lashing whistle behind you ...