See stars night like grandpa’s red cassocks Xansa as messiness difficult arrive
Now, however, is in the ominous winter, dead vultures lay on the celestial burial stage. The shepherds returned, he immediately terror around a long way and panted heavily as he came running to Casing grandfather, in tents outside loudly panic cry grandpa’s name. Tents inside boiled ghee tea micro fire trembling moments extinguished. She didn’t catch that young man say something. Just grandpa quickly put next door curtain cap off wear, turns around, holding her hand, Casing, Casing, come here. Casing by grandpa bring out tents, she felt only momentary bear the sight of shimmering light snow light so that cannot help close your eyes and tingling completely dizzy. Drag along her motionless, then simply put her back up, forward strides go. Casing in grandpa’s back, she saw Subway of snow, and exorbitant diffuses snowflakes. Like those poor talker herders as silent thick, quietly to extend to view an end. Wind through her face and she felt very painful. But don’t call, just buried his head, tight stick in grandpa’s back. grandpa put her down there, she saw a vulture corpse, kiang lying in the celestial rock above, just like those generations are put up waiting for celestial burial of the body of the man who did not the slightest thinking. People with panic around this condor corpse, in the wind and snow in turn by and pray. Casing sees their hair and body, has heaped with snow. Because of the cold and to humorist, always kneeling, body gently shaking. They can recognize this is the group of celestial burial patrons; the leader of the condor is head.People prayer, has been insisting until it is dark. A day of the fine snow falls gradually stopped. People then dispersed, but always no one dared move vulture’s corpse. Casing feel oneself already soon froze unconscious, in no consciousness, froze snow has gradually from her knees and the thigh. But she’s surprise, the body is not always condor snow buried, has no intention of float to the black Lingui on snow, wind rustling shedding.Grandpa in ties almost black, only then gently said, Casing, Casing. Let’s go.He and grandpa back to black tents, grasslands has been deep night all over. See stars night like grandpa’s red cassocks Xansa as messiness difficult arrive. But a rare clear night, only the pure light of moon has boundless, reflecting a silvery white snow. White meat wrapped between heaven and earth, the silence of the mouth trembling, like grandpa but don’t complain in the memory.In black tents, Casing fumbling point lamp. She saw her grandpa quietly sitting on a couch, like a statue. She suddenly reminds of what, and arose, and went out from inside the shelter, Jimmie Tibetan mastiff brought in. Casing petting Jimmie long curling black hair, wipe it on thick snow. She and grandpa back to black tents, grasslands has been deep night all over. See stars night like grandpa’s red cassocks Xansa as messiness difficult arrive. But a rare clear night, only the pure light of moon has boundless, reflecting a silvery white snow. White meat wrapped between heaven and earth, the silence of the mouth trembling, like grandpa but don’t complain in the memory. in black tents, Casing fumbling point lamp. She saw her grandpa quietly sitting on a couch, like a statue. She suddenly reminds of what, and arose, and went out from inside the shelter, Jimmie Tibetan mastiff brought in. Casing petting Jimmie long curling black hair, wipe it on thick snow. She put another warm good ghee tea end to grandpa, grandpa along the muddy waters of the tears rolling down outstanding zeugmatic banked steeply.
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