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夜晚的水渍还留在窗外的混凝土路上,行人走过,靴子发出“踢踢踏踏”的声响。在这声响中,我迎来了在色达的第一个清晨。暂时告别色达县城,我们驱车前往高原深处—一处安息的天堂之地。县道两侧的荒野无边无际,毗邻的色曲河翻滚着白浪。远处,白色的山峰在太阳的照射下闪闪发亮;近处,偶尔可以捕捉到的袅袅炊烟,很快就被汽车轮子扔在后面。余下的路途,除去喘着粗气的汽车,便再没有别的文明迹象。我们一路奔向天葬台。
Night stains are still left on the concrete road outside the window, pedestrians walked, boots issued “kick tapping ” sound. In this sound, I ushered in the first morning of Seda. Temporarily bid farewell to Seda County, we drove to the depths of the plateau - a resting paradise. County Road on both sides of the endless boundless wilderness, adjacent to the erotic river rolling white waves. In the distance, the white peaks shone brightly under the sun; nearby curls of smoke that were occasionally trapped were quickly thrown behind the wheel of the car. The rest of the way, except for gasping cars, there will be no other signs of civilization. We ran all the way to the celestial burial ground.