心在聆听川藏公路像条巨蟒,前不见头后不见尾,沿着雅鲁藏布大峡谷盘旋穿行。看不尽车窗外一路葱茏,虽然隔着封闭的玻璃,闻不到草树的香气。望着那深深浅浅的绿,我们这伙从水泥森林里逃出的北京人已感到肺腑都被清洗了一遍。忽然车停了,前面是一行磕着长头的藏尼。年龄不一,七个人;三步一停,跪下去,合掌作揖,再五体投地,那一刻,她们与大地合二为一了。我们端着相机跳下车。早在书里、画册里、电视电影里见过她们,此时此境储存在我脑海里的虚幻风景终于变得真实了。明亮的眸子、洁白的牙齿、高高的 Heart to listen to the Sichuan-Tibet highway python, before not seen the first tail, circling along the Brahmaputra Grand Canyon. See endless window all the way verdant, although across the closed glass, smell the smell of grass trees. Looking at the depth of light green, our gang escaped from the cement forest Beijing people have felt the heart was washed again. Suddenly the car stopped, in front of a line of long head knocking in Tibet. Different age, seven people; three-step stop, kneel down, palm for Zuo, and then cast a body, that moment, they combined with the earth. We jumped the camera with the camera. As early as in the book, the album, seen in TV movies, at this time stored in my mind the illusion of scenery has finally become real. Bright eyes, white teeth, tall