Some people say that this road is a bit bitter, and Zhou Yixin believes it.

But some people say that this road is a pilgrimage road, Zhou Yi didn't believe it, he didn't believe it at the beginning, and he doesn't believe it now, he feels that he won't believe in any pilgrimage road in the future.

Pilgrimage, only for those who have a holy place in their hearts.

Is La-Sa a holy place for all?

No, Zhou Yi didn't see it, at least not from all the riders he had seen around.

He only saw the people running for the goal, no different from the busy crowd in the metropolis.

The road is always under your feet, and it is no different. The only difference may be that the scenery around them is better, but in fact, most of the riders are struggling with their daily schedules, and so many similar scenery have made them numb and even the camera is starting to lose focus - sometimes, they don't know what they are shooting.

There were not only people on the road, but also dogs, a lot of dogs.

They go in the same direction as the people, and they seem to be making a pilgrimage.

But Zhou Yi knew that they weren't, they were trying to survive; They were going with the flow - perhaps even the dogs themselves did not think about why they were following wave after wave of people, why they were going in that direction.

They were numb, listless, and struggling weakly on their legs, blindly moving forward and forward, just like the hikers.

Zhou Yi has seen too many dogs, dead on the side of the road with blank eyes - nothing but the smell! In this cold place on the plateau, many times, not even a fly can be found.

There is only one kind of pilgrimage.

Their bodies fell to the ground, their mouths chanting words, and their bodies fell together, like a humanoid maggot.

It may be extreme to say this, but for some people, they are indeed religious enough people to embark on the pilgrimage path with devotion and prostrate step by step, praying for the glory of the holy place in their hearts, for the happiness of their families, and for their own blessings in the afterlife.

People are selfish after all, and according to what he has seen and heard, most of these people contain a selfish heart, and go to the holy place to seek the ethereal "scriptures".

Maybe there are truly holy people and people who dedicate everything to themselves selflessly, such as some old Tibetans who have raised cattle for several lifetimes to supply the temple, but what does that have to do with Zhou Yi?

Pure and pure faith is certainly amazing, but it is like the stars in the sky, always hanging high, except for a beautiful vision, that is, the imagination of childhood.

After going so far, Zhou Yi finally knew that the purity of the soul has nothing to do with external objects, the important thing is whether there is the spirituality of that Buddha, that person or god in his heart.

With the germination of divinity, where is not the kingdom of God? Without a relic, the pilgrimage road becomes a landscape, a cover for escape, an opportunity to show off, an experience that is not so ordinary, but actually very simple......

Zhou Yi clasped his hands on his chest, looking at the endless glorious snow-capped mountains in front of him, and his heart was open, illuminated, clear and comfortable at the moment of closing his palms.

In the infinite light, he saw his own fetters, his own obstacles, his own burdens, and the burdens of his heart—bitter, astringent, and sweet.

When it is bitter, let people escape; Sweet, it makes people intoxicated and sublimated.

Everyone must pay this debt first, in order to truly relax their minds, open their minds, and let their souls reach the purest and purest nature, which is true: the heart is free from obstacles.

The road continued to move forward, but after Zhou Yi understood the concern in his heart, the road began to be smooth and smooth.

There is concern in our hearts, but in many cases, we can first take this concern to heart, and then continue to walk the road under our feet, to see the scenery of this world - the time is very short and very long, you think that in a short time, it is long, and you can have enough time to do enough things.

Zhou Yi was so open-minded, blowing a cool breeze, jumping over one hurdle after another, walking one road after another, and when the snow of Mira-Mountain fell, he suddenly woke up: Oh, he is about to reach the holy land of La-Sa so soon.

Mira Mountain is more than 5,000 meters high, but the road is quite smooth, you can hardly find the top of the mountain, so you go up so gently, only when you come down, you can feel the height of the mountain and the steepness of the road.

He can't see Tibet yet, but he knows that Tibet is already in sight.

The trip is coming to an end.

Zhou Yi suddenly felt a little reluctant in his heart - why did I go so fast? Isn't it better to be slower? There is no relaxation, but an indescribable nostalgia and a kind of excitement.

A kind of calm, he rarely had some excitement when he was about to reach his destination.

He also wanted to see the legendary holy place; He also wanted to see if the Potala Palace was really so majestic; He also wanted to know if the wind in Lhasa was cleaner......

The Lhasa River flows slowly past the side, turquoise and turquoise, clear and bottom-seeing, flowing through a long time and flowing into the distance.

On the calm surface of the river, the wind blew again and again, and on the last bit of the road, it was almost impossible for bicycles to travel, and even people had to be blown off the car.

There was only a short way to go, and Zhou Yi was in the drunken sunshine, looking at the tranquility of the Lhasa River, slowly pushing forward - he was not in a hurry, and hoped to see more of this last scenery.

High-rise buildings and reinforced concrete forests have finally stood up in this scarcely populated place.

The wind is blowing no more.

It was blocked by the concrete – and the turquoise waters of the Lhasa River.

Zhou Yi got into the car again, said hello to the direction of the Potala Palace, and kept moving forward......

On the tall mountain, a huge red and white ancient palace wall rises high, in the afterglow of the setting sun, showing his best holiness, revealing his majestic posture and the vicissitudes of time.

Zhou Yi lifted the mountain bike high.

"Click!"

A picture is frozen forever......

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When I came back from August cycling, I felt like I needed to write something, but I really didn't have anything to write, so I thought it was a transitional volume - maybe a few more chapters, and it would be over soon.

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