摘要
On a slow, sleepy Saturday afternoon. Tasi Lama had just finished a leisurely lunch and was going to wash his hands when the ground under his feet started shaking violently. Objects began to hurtle down from overhead and rising above the crashes, he could hear a crescendo of terrified screams all around him. Several months later, the painter from Nepal＇s Kathmandu Valley remembers that day more vividly than his wedding day or the birth of his son.
Ancient art form returns to China looking for support for its survival On a slow,sleepy Saturday afternoon,Tasi Lama had just finished a leisurely lunch and was going to wash his hands
