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鸣笛声响起,“绿皮车”轰隆隆地向前行去。不时他会被“哐当、哐当”的声音惊醒,瞥一眼窗外,不再是绿色翻滚着的稻田,不再是左右繁密的绿色枝条,是荒漠,是草原,是高耸的山峦,就这样进了拉萨。远远地望见白宫红宫,每天都经历着别样的美好。那样辛苦的日子不复了。从拉萨回到长三角,只需看一日白茫茫的云海。云海虽美,却不若我大好河山;飞行虽快,可我们怀念半个月中无聊的美好。
The whistle sounded, “Green car ” rumble forward to go. From time to time, he will be awakened by the sound of “bearded, widowed,” glanced out of the window, no longer a green tumbling paddy field, no longer about the dense green branches, desert, grassland, towering mountains, so Into Lhasa. Looking far to see the White House Red Palace, every day experience a different kind of good. That hard day no longer. From Lhasa back to the Yangtze River Delta, just look at the vast white clouds day. Although the beauty of the sea of clouds, but not my good rivers and mountains; flying fast, but we miss half boring beauty.