The long head is still alive, and the people who hold the beads are also on the turn. This is a big reason why I love Tibetans. Looking up here, not only the blue sky, but also the faith. Only this time, I did not see their smile, maybe the tourists saw too much, have resisted, I just picked up the camera a little, they will cover their faces or say not to shoot. Although I rarely shoot people in general, I am still a little sad.