Arrival
Below, white cloud
And rugged stony mountains
Rise to meet
our descending airbus.
Ahead the runway,
A strip of white in
a narrow valley.
Modern airport!
Happy room is full.
Our bus follows rivers
Through tunnels, over bridges.
Newly planted trees
Struggle with the newly
Planted Han.
Lhasa grows now
After a cultural revolution
Winter,
Tibetan culture still exists.
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