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An incomprehensible ballad that a Tibetan old man was murmuring.
Close-ups of wrinkles on the forehead of a Tibetan old lady.
At the foot of princely waterfalls, you told your sweetheart, “I love you; as good as I love this great natural beauty.”
You made friends with a Tibetan or Qiang girl.
Qingke barley liquor, Guozhuang dance, and roasted mutton.
A Tibean folk song you learnt.
A red leaf you picked up and put in your diary.
Your touch of, and gaze at, the ancient grinding stone.
Your dream that you become a happy floating leaf in the woods