空气中弥漫着我所熟悉的桑烟的香味。越走近大昭寺,这股香味就越浓郁。早上八点钟,大昭寺边上的光明甜茶馆开门,几位穿着白大褂戴白口罩的女服务员手里挥动着一盆盆冒着烟的叫“格定坎巴”的植物, 把香喷喷的烟雾往桌椅底下和各个屋角扑,几位茶客也趁机挥舞手臂,把烟雾往自己身上揽,以便让衣袖沾得这清晨的香气,在令人沉醉的药香中喝下第一杯甜茶。 The air is filled with the scent of the familiar sangria. The more you approach the Jokhang Temple, the more fragrant it is. At eight o’clock in the morning, the bright sweet teahouse on the edge of the Jokhang Temple was opened. Several waitresses in white coats and white masks waited for the fragrant Smoke to the bottom of the table and chairs and flapping flutter in each corner, several tea also took the opportunity to waving his arm, the smoke to their own body Lan, so that sleeves stained the morning aroma, drunk incense drunk in the first Sweet cup of tea.