摘要
At dusk,we could see very few people at the pass of Mt.Trola, 4500 meters above sea level.Apart from the occasional vehicle passing through, all we could see was the uncountable scripture streamers waving furiously in the unrelenting wind.Beside the enormous collection of scripture streamers was an iron hut that hid
At dusk, we could see very few people at the pass of Mr. Trola,4500 meters above sea level. Apart from the occasional vehicle passing through. all we could see was the uncountable scripture streamers waving furiously in the unrelenting wind. Beside the enormous collection of scripture streamers was an iron hut that hid the two men who sold those streamers and lived in this small dwelling.
