China Tibet is a magical place

When you enter Tibet, you must look up at the blue sky. The sky is azure blue, and the white clouds are endless and leisurely. The mighty eagle sometimes flies through the clouds, spreading its firm faith from the sky; sometimes it flies over the snow-capped mountains, talking to them with its high-pitched voice; sometimes it kisses the streams and sings with the splashing waves. I don't understand their communication, but I know that the blue sky is praising the eagle's vigor and the white clouds are thanking the blue sky for its tolerance...