记得那是一个初冬的清晨,太阳还未爬上山头,空气明朗而清静。我躺在床上,望着窗外渐已现出湛蓝的天空,似已感受到高原冬日清晨特有的凛然寒风。 我此时的心情与窗外明净的天空并不相称。远离家乡、父母,来到我久已向往的西藏。本想体验独特的民族风情和神奇的藏民族文化,但是,气候不适、嘴唇干裂、皮肤干燥困扰着我,还未从离愁、乡情中解脱出来,又被寒风击倒,不得不躺在床上养病。孤独、寂寞终口萦绕着我。每天打开窗帘,看到的是不远处褐色裸露的群山和窗前在 I remember it was an early winter morning, the sun has not climbed the hill, the air clear and quiet. I lay in bed, looking out the window has emerged into the blue sky, seems to have felt the cold winter morning unique to the awe-inspiring wind. My mood at this time is not commensurate with the clear sky outside the window. Away from home, parents, I have long been longing for Tibet. I wanted to experience the unique national customs and the wonderful Tibetan culture. However, the weather was disarming, the lips were cracked and the skin was dry and haunted me. I was not freed from sorrow and nostalgia but was knocked down by the cold wind and had to lie in bed recuperate. Lonely, lonely terminal haunt me. Open the curtains every day, see is not far away in the brown exposed mountains and window