那是玉石碰撞地面发出的声音。清脆,响亮,一声接着一声,悦耳动听。空旷的山谷中,不断地回荡着,犹如雨滴重击在屋檐上发出的声音。是的,那是藏民的项链在跪拜时与地面碰撞发出的声音。第一次听见,是在梅里雪山。寒风呼啸而过,如刺刀般刮过脸颊,吹动山谷中的经幡,凌乱地在风中飘动。湛蓝的天空,灰色的雪山,皑皑的白雪。惨淡的日光照耀下,白雪却反射出了强烈的金光,照遍了山间的道路。 That is the voice of the jade collision on the ground. Crisp, loud, soon as heard, sweet melodious. In the open valleys, echoing constantly, like the sound of raindrops on the eaves. Yes, it is the sound of the necklace of Tibetans colliding with the ground at the time of bowing down. The first time I heard it was in Meili Snow Mountain. The wind whistled past, like a bayonet-like shaved cheek, blowing the prayer flags in the valley, fluttering in the wind. Blue sky, gray snow-capped mountains, white snow. Under the bleak daylight, the white snow reflected a strong golden light and shone through the mountain paths.