A month gone, setting all the prayer wheels turning.

那一月，转动所有的转经筒。

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I often recall those days in Lhasa - the white walls, the golden roof, the dark and deep window holes, the adorned red gate, and the people who are spinning the prayer wheels.

我时常想起在拉萨的日子，白色的高大的墙，金色的屋顶，黑色而深邃的窗洞，红色的带装饰的大门，以及那些永不停歇的朝圣和转经的人们。

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Hundreds and hundreds of people go around the Monastery, clockwise, some chanting mantras, some twirling their prayer wheels, some moving their fingers over one bead at a time, rosary-style.

成百上千的人以顺时针方向围着修道院走着，有些在唱着颂歌，有些在按着顺时针方向转着他们的祷告轮，有些人则在一粒一粒地拨着他们手中的念珠。

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Hundreds and hundreds of people go around the Monastery, clockwise, some chanting mantras, some twirling their prayer wheels, some moving their fingers over one bead at a time, rosary-style.

成百上千的人以顺时针方向围着修道院走着，有些在唱着颂歌，有些在按着顺时针方向转着他们的祷告轮，有些人则在一粒一粒地拨着他们手中的念珠。

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