In the impression of many people, in the Tibetan areas of Qinghai and Xizang, the common people are Tibetans who wear long robes and have dark faces and live in big tents. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In fact, after the liberation, the state has been continuously increasing the construction of infrastructure and the training of personnel in Tibetan areas, and in the vast majority of Tibetan areas, including some remote locations in Tibetan areas, the local people have long since left the nomadic life of no fixed residence, lived in brick houses sheltered from the wind and rain, and lived a life of electric lights and televisions.

Only in the real savannah and many tourist attractions can there be tented yurts.

In terms of the ethnic composition of the local people, the proportion of Han people is definitely not small, and in many places it is even the majority.

For example, Zhang Ping, the principal of Gesang Nationality Primary School in Baxiong Township, is an authentic Han Chinese, he was born in Shanghai, a big city person, who had a bad family composition and was turned into a 'petty bourgeoisie', and came to Baxiong Township as an educated youth during the period of going to the countryside.

After coming here, Zhang Ping was deeply distressed by the poverty and backwardness and inconvenience of life here, and there was no place to buy soap and towels in this shabby place, let alone the alabaster he used every day.

But then again, in this bird place, there is not even clean bath water, and it is not enough to drink, so it seems that it is useless to ask for soap and towels.

After coming for less than three months, a small face that was originally quite white, exposed to the wind and rain, had no big treasures to use, and he couldn't treat himself better, his face was like a shell, and it became black and hard.

But on the other hand, Zhang Ping, a petty bourgeois with a bit of naivety in his kindness, was deeply attracted by the picturesque scenery and the simple and kind local folk customs.

In an unexpected situation, Zhang Ping was embarrassed, and an indescribable story happened with a herdsman's daughter, Gesang, and then got married naturally.

Who knows, a few years later, his father's hat was taken off, and he could return to the city knowing it.

At this time, Zhang Ping was faced with a choice: either abandon Gesang and return to the city alone, or stay in Baxiong Township.

"You can go back first, and then pick me up with you, I heard that your Han city is more beautiful than the grassland, I will wait for you." Gesang said.

Zhang Ping smiled.

Of course, he knew that the cities of the Han people were different from the grasslands, and at that time, it was almost impossible for an ethnic minority thousands of miles away to solve the relationship between the urban hukou and various organizations and go to Shanghai, at least Zhang Pingjia could not do this.

Looking at his innocent wife, Zhang Ping sighed silently in his heart.

Some men seem to be very strong, but their hearts are as weak and ridiculous as dwarfs, and some boys who seem to be weak and weak, once they make a decision, they can stick to it for the rest of their lives.

Zhang Ping sighed and decided the next thirty years.

As a result, Baxiong Township had the first brick house primary school.

Elementary school doesn't have a name, it's called 'elementary school'.

Initially, there was only one classroom, a few students, and a teacher, who were also students.

Zhang Ping taught the local ethnic minority children to speak Chinese, and then learned Tibetan from the local ethnic minorities.

Gradually, the school grew in size and had a row of classrooms. The number of students enrolled in the school also began to increase, with Han Chinese children learning Tibetan language with Zhang Ping, and ethnic minority children learning Chinese with Zhang Ping.

By the time Zhang Ping's own children were able to go to school, the school already had several teachers, and Zhang Ping became the principal's part-time teacher, who taught not only language, but also basic mathematics, physical education, Chinese and other primary school subjects.

The elementary school gradually took shape, began to divide into grades, and there was a small basketball court.

This year, the first class of sixth-graders from the elementary school graduated, and a total of six children could go to the county to attend junior high school.

Before the winter vacation, Zhang Ping drove the only tractor to pick up the children in the county on behalf of the parents of these children.

Before leaving, Zhang Ping told Gesang and his son to remember to strengthen the school's roof.

Because it has been snowing heavily, many houses have collapsed in the township, and there will be new and old students coming to the school in the spring of next year, and the classrooms of the primary school must not have accidents.

The snow fell heavily, and the goose-feather-like snow fell from the sky, almost filling the whole world.

Before Zhang Ping went on the road, he glanced back at the elementary school, but the snow was so heavy that he couldn't see anything.

Two days later, when he returned from the county, he saw the collapsed elementary school classroom, as well as the bodies of Gesang and his son.

On the night he left, the snow fell heavier, and Gesang and his son, who were reinforcing the ceiling in the classroom, were hit by the collapsed classroom beams.

The children couldn't cry, and the old branch secretary and a group of Han and Tibetan men also had red eyes.

Zhang Ping refused everyone's persuasion, carried Sanger and his son back to the only office in the elementary school, and locked the door.

He sat beside them, leaning against the beams, listening to the howling north wind outside the house, and the rustling of snow in his ears.

Zhang Pingzhi looked at the roof in a daze, waiting for the moment when the beam fell, and the geometric knowledge told him that when the beam fell, it would fall on his head.

After a long time, the snow became heavier, but the house remained silent.

He thought blankly, why is it that the house has not collapsed with such a heavy snowfall?

After three days, the heavy snow finally stopped, and at least half of the houses in Baxiong Township collapsed, but in the primary school, the principal's office, was unharmed.

When Zhang Ping walked out of the classroom with stubble on his face and red eyes, he was stunned to find that all the children who had studied in elementary school, as well as their parents, had set up a huge tent outside the principal's office to block the wind and snow, and the surroundings of the principal's office had also been re-reinforced with huge logs.

Zhang Ping seemed to suddenly regain consciousness, knelt on the ground, and wailed.

A day later, he buried Gesang's mother and son.

After the snow melted, a large patch of Gesang flowers grew on their graves.

Since then, the primary school has received a name and is called Gesang Primary School.

Another twenty years have passed, and the area around the grave of Gesang's mother and son has become a large meadow.

Every summer and autumn, the grassland will bloom with Gesang flowers all over the mountains, like the ocean.

In Tibetan, the Gesang flower symbolizes happiness and good times.

And Zhang Ping has changed from a white and weak young man to an old man with a slightly rickety back and a wrinkled face like a ravine on the Loess Plateau.

This old principal, who is highly respected in Baxiong Township, often stands at the big iron gate of the school, looking at the sea of flowers from afar.

This is his home, it has never changed, here are his relatives and children, forever.