Tibetan Composition My Lhasa

In the ancient city of Lhasa, summer is a tipsy season.

Summer in Lhasa has its own unique personality and charm. She doesn't have the prosperity and wanton vines in the south of the Yangtze River. She can't even see the growth of weeds or hear the sharp chirping of cicadas. Summer in Lhasa is only refreshing and cool.

Clouds are like washing, the sky is as blue as the deepest pure sea, and those tall and majestic mountains still stand proudly naked, but they are painted with a layer of light green in summer, so there is a little exciting romance and warmth in the infinity.

In Lhasa, if you casually walk to a humble alley or deserted road in the suburbs, there will be an indescribable silence that you will never forget.

The rain at night still comes as scheduled, like a wisp of silk brushing the green leaves, turning into little drops of coolness and dripping into my heart. Only in summer in Lhasa can you hear such real rain! The rain in Jiangnan is fierce and fierce. The rain in the north of Saibei is like a graceful swan. Xiangying just appeared, without trace. It's rainy in the southwest, too, but it's hard to figure out where to hear the rain.

In the early morning, in the Woods outside the window, there are birds chirping happily, and a few of them jump and play or stroll like gentlemen in the sand in the Woods. They don't avoid people, sometimes they suddenly fly away, but they leave exquisite footprints in the sand, like micro-sculptures and poems.

However, I won't just linger in Lhasa in summer. For me, what really fascinates her is not only the mysterious legend, but also her beautiful face. Nature and history endowed her with all kinds of things, which made me feel an endless tenacity and greatness. Perhaps, this is the banner of life force, the battlefield of human tireless mind, and also a harbor.

If I can help you, I hope you can adopt it! ! Thank you ~ ~)