From ancient times to the present,the Tibetan people have considered bowls as the most important,beloved,and precious items among their daily utensils.Today's archaeological excavations provide evidence that the t...From ancient times to the present,the Tibetan people have considered bowls as the most important,beloved,and precious items among their daily utensils.Today's archaeological excavations provide evidence that the traces of stoneand pottery bowls have been found among the ancient Tibetan ancestors dating back to the Neolithic era.TheNeolithic era spans from around 5000 BC to 2000 BC.Therefore,the cultureof Tibetan bowls can betraced backto 70oo to5000 yearsago.展开更多
In the deep autumn in Nyingchi,the leaves covering the mountains become a mix of green and yellow.Rain always comes without any notice,sometimes heavily and other times as a mere drizzle.Then,just as quickly as it com...In the deep autumn in Nyingchi,the leaves covering the mountains become a mix of green and yellow.Rain always comes without any notice,sometimes heavily and other times as a mere drizzle.Then,just as quickly as it comes,it disappears,and great clouds hang upon the mountainside.These clouds often refuse to leave;they plant themselves until the sun and its smile slowly makes its way out.展开更多
文摘From ancient times to the present,the Tibetan people have considered bowls as the most important,beloved,and precious items among their daily utensils.Today's archaeological excavations provide evidence that the traces of stoneand pottery bowls have been found among the ancient Tibetan ancestors dating back to the Neolithic era.TheNeolithic era spans from around 5000 BC to 2000 BC.Therefore,the cultureof Tibetan bowls can betraced backto 70oo to5000 yearsago.
文摘In the deep autumn in Nyingchi,the leaves covering the mountains become a mix of green and yellow.Rain always comes without any notice,sometimes heavily and other times as a mere drizzle.Then,just as quickly as it comes,it disappears,and great clouds hang upon the mountainside.These clouds often refuse to leave;they plant themselves until the sun and its smile slowly makes its way out.
