本文发表在 rolia.net 枫下论坛IN my memory, August is the most beautiful time in a year. My family would
take long trips into the prairie. We built a tent which like a house and cooked
a lot of food there. Men and women would dance around bonfires to the old
Tibet songs sung by shepperds.Various flowers were blooming in the grassland;
horses, cows and sheep roamed freely outside; sometimes you could see hawks
fly in the sky .What a beautiful landscape!

Since I moved to other cities to continue my study, I had been away from my hometown.
Now many years had been gone and I waved good bye to my carefree childhood.
I had traveled many parts of China where inclusing to attend university,
to work and to seek career opportunities. I seldom have chance to go back
to my hometown and see my old friends. I remembered the last time I went back
to my hometown with a long time ago.

The only regret that I had far away from my carefree childhood and almost forget
my native Tibetan language. After so many years since I left my hometown, I
couldn’t use the Tibetan language to express myself. I really want to let
my child know that the place of her mother born is the beautiful Tibetan
Plateau - it is true beautiful, mysterious, and rich in the culture.更多精彩文章及讨论，请光临枫下论坛 rolia.net