A Tibetan Village Transformed: Discovering Winter’s Magic After the First Snow

#discoverchina#chengdu The first snow of the season had blanketed the Tibetan village overnight, turning it into a silent dreamscape. Colourful prayer flags,now dusted white, fluttered against the crisp blue sky, their mantras carried on the icy wind. We crunched through untouched snow past snow-laden stupas,their golden spires glowing under the weak winter sun. At the village’s edge, a steep staircase carved into the hillside beckoned—we climbed, breath fogging the air, until the whole scene unfolded below: smoke curling from stone houses,frosted yak-hair tents,and the snow-crusted prayer wheels lining the paths, motionless in the cold. For a moment, time seemed to pause, the only sound the distant chime of a monastery bell. Winter had hushed the world, but the village’s spirit—resilient and radiant—burned even brighter beneath the snow.