没有阳光的清晨很冷,那是我刚来这里的第一年,迎来的第一个冬天。早饭,一碗糌粑汤汤如何都不能填饱肚皮,其实是自己没有食欲的原因。高原的清晨有道不明的一种奇怪,没有一丝风,反而冷得出奇。不论怎么冷,出去觅食是每天必须的事情,就像鸟儿。街道清寂的没有一丝声音,沙石铺成的路面露出一个个圆滑的石子,像一个个冰冷的眼珠搁着路人的双脚。路两旁的店铺卸下半扇门板,容纳一个人的进出。青灰色的瓦片护住房顶,像一条死鱼的鳞片错落不齐。 The sunshine morning is very cold, it is the first winter of my first year here. Breakfast, a bowl of curd soup how can not fill the belly, in fact, is the reason they have no appetite. Odd strange morning of the plateau, there is no trace of the wind, but surprisingly cold. No matter how cold, go out for food is a must-do, like a bird. There was no sound of silence in the street, and the gravel paved with smooth, sleek stones paved the passers-by’s feet like cold eyes. Shop on both sides of the road to remove the half-door, to accommodate a person’s access. Gray-gray tiles protect the roof, like the scales of a dead fish.