The purpose of the composition is to propose a toast to Hada 200? 400 words
During the National Day this year, we went to the mysterious and beautiful Ganzi Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture and experienced a Tibetan-style go on road trip. After the beautiful Mugecuo, we embarked on a journey to xinduqiao, a "photographer's paradise". The weather on the plateau is like a child's face-it changes when it changes, and there is the afterglow of the sunset in the evening, and it snows in a blink of an eye. We are crossing more than 4300 meters of Zheduo Mountain. In a short time, it was all white and the snow was getting thicker and thicker. In less than an hour, thousands of cars were stuck at the top of Zheduo Mountain. Later, we decided to take another road, bypassing Tagong Grassland to xinduqiao. The car drove and drove, and I didn't meet one for an hour. By midnight, we had not found a place to camp. Just when we were anxious, I saw a small Tibetan building in the distance. "the house! ! ! "I cried in surprise, as if I had met a savior. Dad quickly stopped the car and ran to the front of the small building to shout.
A Tibetan aunt poked her head out of the window of a small building. Dad told us about our experience and asked for accommodation. "Can we spend the night?" Snow platform ... ""Come in! " Aunt said. Aunt warmly welcomed us upstairs, added cow dung to the stove, and we sat down around the stove. Aunt served delicious cheese, highland barley wine and butter tea. We are really hungry. We all eat rudely. This is an ordinary Tibetan family with three floors. The owner lives on the second floor with four adjoining rooms and a cot. Living Buddha hangs on the wall, next to a golden prayer wheel, and daily necessities are piled on the wall. There is a wooden frame in the center of the room, on which there are many cheeses tied into pumpkin shapes. There is an electric lamp hanging on the top of the wooden frame, and one end of the lamp is connected with a huge battery.
It seems that the master is not at home. Besides my aunt, there are four children of my aunt. Slowly we started talking, and my aunt told me that people here can dance when they walk, and sing when they talk. After that, my aunt asked her four children to dance, and then taught me to sing: "Hada, white Hada, you are Alpine Snow Lotus ..." This is Hada. "On the mountain where horses are running, there is a flowing cloud ..." This is Kangding's love song. We didn't go to bed until late at night. The next day, we continued on our way. I took out candy and bread for my aunt's children and took photos with them. Aunt took out a white hada around my neck and said to me, "Tashildler!" " "
We reluctantly said goodbye. I love this precious hada. Whenever I see it, I can't help thinking of the hospitable Tibetan aunt and her children.