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我又听到泥土的呢喃声了。坐在田埂上,我联想到了一个词:暴动。我被橙绿色或青色的泥土包围了,泥土在暴动。我用汗涔涔的手抓起一把泥土,一阵久违的气息顿时弥漫开来,这是一种沁人心脾的芳香,混着耕牛铁蹄的坚毅,绿草破土的顽强,春雨润物的温柔。合掌,侧耳聆听,在泥土滑过指尖的瞬间,我感到心似乎被这些泥土掩埋了,渗透了。我又分明听到了泥土的呢喃。远处的天空瓦蓝瓦蓝的,远山逶迤连绵,如一幅线条流畅的水墨画。听说西藏的天空是令人难以想象的,未涉足过的人是令人惋惜的。那是一种刺眼的蓝色,我想,这是有原因的。学过地理的都明白西藏是佛教胜地,从小到大,在地图上看到西藏便油然而生一种崇敬之感,无端地冒出许多可笑的念头:比如说我化身成了一名白衣仙女,在终年被积雪覆盖的高山上守护千年雪莲。酥油茶与青稞酒也令我向往。也许是距离产生美吧,想象中遥远的西
I heard the soil whisper again. Sitting on the field, I think of a word: riots. I was surrounded by orange or blue earth, and the earth was rioting. I grabbed a handful of dirt with a sweaty hand, and a long-lost breath filled with air. It was a refreshing aroma, mixed with the steadfastness of cattle and iron hooves, the tenacity of green grass, and the tenderness of spring rain. Hearing the palms together, listening to the ear, as the dirt glided past the tip of his fingertips, I felt that my heart seemed to be buried in these muds and penetrated. I clearly heard the murmur of mud. The sky in the distance is tiled blue and blue, far away from the mountains, like a smooth ink painting. I heard that the skies in Tibet are unimaginable. It is regrettable that people who have not been involved in the past are unbelievable. That is a dazzling blue color. I think there is a reason for this. Those who have learned geography understand that Tibet is a Buddhist resort. From childhood to childhood, when you see Tibet on the map, you feel a sense of admiration. There are many ridiculous thoughts. For example, I have become a white fairy. Guarding the Millennium Saussurea on the high mountains covered by snow all year round. Butter tea and barley wine also made me yearn for. Maybe it’s beauty from distance, imagine the distant west