高原的天空离大地是那么近,穹顶的湛蓝仿佛随时全都要倾泻到那一片片金黄的青稞田里。白白的云朵似乎用手就能摸得着,一伸手,它却调皮地跑开了,云在走,有风。风吹过,一株株簇拥着的青稞轻轻随风摇摆,远远望去,好似一片金色的海泛起层层浪花。尼琼手中雪亮的镰刀欢快地飞舞着,汗珠从她晒得黑红的脸蛋上滴落在青稞地里。直起身,擦了擦额头,看见远处端着相机的我,尼琼羞涩地笑了,整齐的牙齿白得像身后天上的云朵。尼琼今年25岁,怎么看也不会相信她已是两个孩子的妈妈。尼琼割的不是自家的青稞,她所在的尼木县距离拉萨也就不到两个小时的车程,如今, The altitude of the plateau is so close to the sky, the dome of the blue at any time seems to pour to that piece of golden barley fields. White clouds seem to be able to touch the hand, a hand, it ran naughtyly, the clouds go, the wind. The wind blew, a strain of cypresses embraced gently swaying the wind, from afar, as if a golden sea flooded layers of spray. The sharp sickle of Nínnn was flying happily, and the sweat dribbling into the barley from her tanned red face. Straight up, wiped his forehead, I saw the far side of the camera, Niunan shyly shy, neat teeth as white clouds behind the sky. Nijon, 25 years old, how to look nor believe she is the mother of two children. Nyingqiong cut his own barley is not the same, where she lives in Lhasa, also less than two hours by car, and now,