今年的初春,我从柴达木盆地往回赶,一路上没有了去时的漫天沙尘,天空也大方的透射出缕缕阳光。汽车在青臧高原的旷野里飞奔,拉开窗帘享受着这几天才仅有的阳光,眼里闪过的是附近山顶上星星点点的雪、远处的冰川和公路两旁稀疏的干草场……翻过3817米的橡皮山时,有几个藏族群众在山顶的经幡上拨弄着什么,他们也没穿藏族群众服饰,穿戴看上去和城里人一样,不一样的是弄经幡的虔诚神情和藏族群众才有的轮廓。下山的几个弯特别大,虽然我很信任驾驶员的技术,但每 In the early spring of this year, I drove back from the Qaidam Basin. There was no dust and dust on the way to the sky, and the sky was generous and radiating plumes of sunlight. The car flew in the wilderness of the Qingzang Plateau and opened the curtains to enjoy the sunshine only these days, with snow flakes dotted by the nearby peaks, glaciers in the distance and sparse hayfields on both sides of roads ... ... turned 3838 meters when the Rubber Hill, a few Tibetan people on the peak of streamers fiddle with nothing, they did not wear Tibetan costumes, dressed and looks like the same city, is not the same as the Buddhist prayer flags The pious look and the outline of the Tibetan people. A few turns down particularly large, although I trust the driver’s technology, but each