源,一首悠远又陌生的歌。源,一切的开始,一切的起点,一切的根本。无源则无果,无终,无根。我曾有幸至三峡观望那浩荡的长江之水:波涛汹涌,翻腾不息,冲刷掉一切的过往,“奔流到海不复回”。它的流经之处,有肥沃的平原谷地,有奇美的山峦峰谷,有绵延的九曲回肠,更有那一段段流传至今的美好故事。长江流至三峡,更显雄浑壮美。可是,你知道吗?长江之源,只是唐古拉山的一条冰雪所化的小 Source, a distant and strange song. Source, the beginning of everything, the starting point of everything, the fundamental of everything. Passive no fruit, no end, no root. I had the honor to watch the mighty Yangtze River water to the Three Gorges: choppy, churning, washed away all the past, “run to the sea no longer back ”. It flows through fertile plain valleys, with beautiful peaks and valleys, stretches of nine ileums, and more beautiful stories that have been circulating to this day. The Yangtze River to the Three Gorges, even more powerful and magnificent. However, do you know? The source of the Yangtze River is only a piece of ice in the Tanggula Mountains