一西藏的天,天天都是蓝的。天天,天蓝,白天黑夜地“蓝”着地球之巅的人们。有一回,一朵巨大的乌云忽然飞过来,久久凝固在布达拉宫的上空,大鹰的翅膀撞击乌云的一瞬,布达拉宫呈现红白分明。神速的光从天洞里漏下来。天底下的世界有的地方亮,有的地方黑,有的地方不亮不黑。面对这极致的自然景观,少有人说话。只有一个年迈的喇嘛抬起头,喃喃自语:蓝了这么长时间,你终于肯发言了。 A day in Tibet is blue. Every day, sky blue, day and night “blue” people on top of the earth. Once, a huge dark cloud suddenly flew over a long time solidified over the Potala Palace, the Great Hawk’s wings hit the dark clouds, the Potala Palace showed a clear red and white. The speedy light leaked from the cave. Somewhere in the world under the sun is bright, some are dark, some are dark and not dark. The face of this ultimate natural landscape, few people speak. Only an elderly lama looked up and muttered to yourself: for so long, you finally have the chance to speak.