Before New Year's Day, a group of four of us started trekking from Dingjie County to the Sherpa tribe.

There are no cars and no inn shops along the way. By the time we reached the village not far from Mount Nitui, it was getting dark. Geng Xin, who was at the forefront, met a young man from the village at the entrance of the village, but the young man could not speak Chinese, Geng Xin gestured for a long time, and he seemed to understand what Geng Xin meant, and then took us to the village chief's house.

The village chief was not at home, so he went to the county seat to pick up his daughter, who worked there, and went home for vacation. The village chief's wife understood our purpose when she saw the posture of us carrying our bags. The village chief's family happened to have a vacant house, and the village chief's wife arranged for us to stay there. After our group settled down, the village chief returned from the county seat with his daughter.

Our group stayed at the village chief's house. The village chief's family was very welcoming to us. The village chief is not very fluent in Chinese, and the village chief's wife does not speak Chinese. In our line, I don't know anything, Geng Xin is basically just taking pictures, Happy Brother is responsible for the moth (later Geng Xin and I simply called him out of the moth), the family banquet is from Hong Kong, although he is studying at Tibet University at this time, he is studying Tibetan language, but he has just studied for a semester, and he can only communicate simply, which belongs to the scope of the two knives. Our communication with the village chief's family was in Chinese, Tibetan, and two hand gestures.

At dinner, the village chief's wife saw us scrambling in front of the tsamba, so she simply asked us to pour the tsamba into a small calfskin bag, and she kneaded the tsamba into balls for us before letting us eat them. At that dinner, we gathered around the stove, eating tsamba, baked potatoes, boiled beef, drinking barley wine and butter tea, and chatting about family life in Chinese and Tibetan. There is an indescribable warmth in my heart.

After dinner, the family banquet and the village chief's family chatted enthusiastically, and it is estimated that she will not give up such a good opportunity to practice speaking. The rest of the people were left to watch. When they were gesturing, there were constantly some exaggerated gestures, which made us so happy that we couldn't close our mouths.

They chatted at first, but as they talked, they began to sing.

That night, in that small Tibetan village on the plateau, dozens of kilometers away from the frontier, in a house wrapped in wind and snow, the lights were bright and the fire was warm. A few wanderers who traveled far and got along well with the enthusiastic host's family, singing and laughing, this memory is unforgettable.

Early the next morning, we left the village chief's house. Before leaving, Brother Happy took out the money and asked the village chief for food. The village chief was unhappy and refused. We didn't say anything more, we knew that in the hearts of these simple and kind people, they sincerely treated us as guests and friends.

When we left the village chief's house, we took a few group photos with the village chief's family. The village chief's family put a hada around each of our necks and blessed us.

We went all the way with this hata.

Later, Happy Brother left Hada in the town of Hiya, and the family feast tied Hada to a bridge leading to the Sherpa tribe, saying that he would leave this blessing for all who passed by. Geng Xin and I collected Hada, and I took Hada back to my hometown and put it with the books I read when I was a child.