The mountains have ridges, the clouds have horns, and the peaks and mountains are endless!

The sky is high, the earth is deep, and the sun and moon are tangible!

Life, where is reverence.

Breathe, become greedy here.

The mountains are high and the rocks are scattered.

The yellow and black are the precipitation of the years and the joy that lasts for a long time.

Wandering by the clear river, the murmuring tranquility is so peaceful, so quiet.

Here, there is no quarrel with the world, the sturdy yak walks by your side casually, like two unknown passers-by, and as if they are acquaintances passing by, you smile, it chews, and even stops to look at you, as if to welcome your arrival.

The cold wind is swishing, refreshing, surviving the difficult altitude sickness, there is a clear light in front of you, the blue is black, the blue makes people dizzy, the blue makes people ethereal, the sky is boundless, there is no trace of clouds, there is no trace of noise.

The endless mountain tops and endless rivers are so beautiful and fascinating.

I don't know if I was intoxicated by the scenery or shocked by the tranquility.

My hands, five fingers paralyzed.

The fingertips without a trace of consciousness are indeed still receiving the instructions of the brain, capturing the beauty and the separation.

Loved it.

Loved it.

Tomorrow, I will set off for Shigatse, the ancient Everest is calling, the eternal Hengbing is whispering, coming, coming, the ice beauty who is looking forward to it day and night, with the most tender feelings, embellishment your lonely call.

Shake the prayer wheel, follow the direction of the admiration of the ten thousand people, let go of the worldly heart, let go of the troubles of the world, and feel the vicissitudes of the cold and the rock under the great shore with your heart.

It's coming, it's coming.

I'm coming.