【千年前,西藏阿里】山脚下,一串悠扬的歌声把远天的云朵撕成淡淡的笑容,浮动在远不可及的天空中……有背水的农奴,弯着永将佝偻的背脊,目的地是那座飘出歌声的庄严神秘的宫殿。山腰间,红的、黄的经幡在风中抖动,德高望重的喇嘛在城头,眺望着远远的雪山,僧侣们颂经的声音在低音声部 A thousand years ago, at the foot of the mountain in Ali, Tibet, a melodious song torn the clouds of distant days into a faint smile and floated in unseen sky ... serf grooming, bent over the spine of eternity, To the solemn mysterious palace floating out of singing. Mountainside, red, yellow prayer flags shaking in the wind, respected lamas in the city head, overlooking the distant snow-capped mountains, monks Ode to the sound in the bass voice