又要上西藏了,心里有种按捺不住的激动,象是要回到阔别了的故乡。提前许多天,就开始悄悄地作进藏的准备。打点好了的行装检查了一遍又一遍,看看是否带上了毛衣毛裤,带上了感冒胶囊、痢特灵,确认该带的都带了,可心里还是不踏实,总怕疏漏了什么。就象即将出征的士兵总担心枪堂里是否压满了子弹。我太在乎去西藏了,总怕由于自己的粗心大意,错过了一次与高原亲近与神灵对话的机会。脚没有迈出家门口,心却早巳飞到了神奇的雪域,飞过莽莽昆仑,飞过苍茫唐古拉,飞过羌塘草原,飞过雅鲁藏布江,飞过圣湖羊卓雍,飞过喜玛拉雅山,最后栖息在珠穆朗玛峰巅,守望着灵魂的家园,等待我的躯体的到来。每每向人谈起西藏,就象谈起自己的家 But also on Tibet, my heart kind of irresistible excitement, like going back to the distant hometown. Many days in advance, I began quietly preparing for Tibet. Checked the dress line after check again and again to see if the sweater brought on the pants, bring a cold capsule, furazolidone, confirm the belt with, but my heart is still not practical, afraid of omissions. Just as soldiers who are about to leave are always worried about bullets in the gunboat. I care too much about going to Tibet and I am always afraid I missed a chance of dialogue with gods on the plateau due to my carelessness. Feet did not take the door, but the heart has long flew to the magical snowy fields, flying over the vast Kunlun, flew vast Tanggula, flying over the Qangtang grasslands, flying over the Brahmaputra, flying over the holy goat Zhuo Yong, fly over the Himalayan Mount Raya, and finally perched on top of Everest, watching the homeland of the soul, waiting for the arrival of my body. Talking about Tibet from time to time is like talking about your own home