1924年2月,临近藏历新年。太阳即将落山,拉萨城外人头涌动,灿烂的云霞映衬出红山上雄伟的布达拉宫,煨桑的青烟袅袅直上,微风中传来阵阵诵经声。一大群藏族群众磕着长头朝大昭寺方向行进。他们拖家带口,脸上带着即将完成朝圣的喜悦。不过,很快大家惊讶地发现,人群中有个金发碧眼的女人格外不同。“怎么会有个洋女子?”拨动念珠的人们私下里小声议论。 February 1924, near the Tibetan New Year. The sun is going downhill, surging outside the city of Lhasa surging, brilliant Yunxia silhouetted the majestic Potala Palace on the Red Hill, simmer Sang smoke curl up straight, breeze blowing bursts of chanting sound. A large group of Tibetan people knocked their heads toward the Jokhang Temple. They dragged their families with their faces with the joy of completing the pilgrimage. However, everyone was surprised to find out that there was a very different blond woman in the crowd. “How can there be a foreign woman? ” People who pray rosary whispered privately.