早晨七点多出门,抬头望见皎洁的月亮仍然高悬在偏西的天空,犹如一盏灯笼照亮公寓小院的路,使那一排路灯显得黯然无光。我迅速走到车棚,登上自行车朝着公寓北面的小村骑去。12月的拉萨清晨寒气袭人。我脚穿当地特有的棉布鞋,腰系富有特色的带毛褡裢,戴上口罩和围巾,借助月光穿行在幽暗的小村路上。时常会遇到狗的追击。一只小狗在村口叫,引来村里其他狗的共鸣,一时犬吠四起,此起彼伏。我加快速度奋力前骑,几只小狗紧随其后(有时会有藏族大妈出来 Go out at seven o’clock in the morning, looked up and saw the bright moon is still hanging in the west of the sky, like a lantern lit apartment road, making that row of lights seem sadly. I quickly went to the carport, boarded a bike riding towards the village north of the apartment. In December, Lhasa is very cold in the morning. I wear my own unique local cotton cloth shoes, lumbar distinctive hairy, wearing masks and scarves, with moonlight walking in the dark village road. Often encounter dog chase. A puppy called at the entrance to the village, leading to the resonance of other dogs in the village, one after another barks, one after another. I stepped forward to speed up before riding, followed by a few puppies (sometimes Aunt Tibetan came out