That year, I wandered to the foot of a snow-capped mountain. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info suddenly feel that this place of peace is home.

So a small house was built out of wood, on top of a green meadow. In the days when I was building the house, happiness quietly knocked on my door: a kind-hearted girl came into my life.

On the day of the wedding, the snow-capped mountain and the sacred lake witnessed our vows of love. I understand that fate has finally smiled at me after half a life of ups and downs.

In the days after marriage, happiness is like the sunshine of the plateau: brilliant, bright, and warm.

In spring, the sea of Gesang flowers around our house rises and falls in the wind, and we lie on the soft meadow, indulging in the fragrance of flowers and happiness. Not far away, the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep.

In the summer, when the night sky of the plateau is like a dream, and under the bright stars, I will tell my wife about the civilized world where I have lived for more than 30 years, the world that worships money and power.

In autumn, the barley on the hill is golden, and we sing cheerful songs and harvest the joy of harvest. In the evening, we returned to the chalet of love. Accompany his wife to watch those movies that move her.

In winter, holiness comes to the home, and the white expanse is really clean. When the sun came out, I would lead her horse and take her to the town dozens of miles away to catch the market. On the way, I told her jokes and the experience of begging for a living in the market when I was younger, which made her laugh on horseback.

Soon the daughter descended like an angel into our blissful cabin. I was very drunk that day, and I was grateful to God and my wife for making me the happiest man in the world. I came up with a funny name for my daughter: Pure White Dolma.

Dolma grew wild in the arms of our love. My wife and I passed on to her what we had learned and learned in our lives. I told her to be kind, wise, independent, and free. Time flew by in a blissful way, and on the morning of her eighteenth birthday, her mother put the week-long salute on the birthday present I had given her: a motorcycle.

My daughter said goodbye to us with tears, and I told her not to look back and forget about us. In the eyes of her mother's teary eyes, the female man stepped into the car and walked away. I saw her sobbing back twitching away and it occurred to me that I had forgotten to tell her how much I loved her...

After Dolma left home, we would receive letters from her from time to time. In the letter, she told us how wonderful the outside world was, but how helpless it was. Her handwriting is beautiful, just like her looks.

Time passes inexorably. I felt that the years were leaving their mark on me, and the people I loved were gone: my parents and my friends. So in those years, I often looked worriedly at a clear blue sky, and muddy tears would unconsciously flow down my wrinkled cheeks.

The day I left this world, it snowed heavily. In my coma, I heard the voice of a white thrush outside the window, so I opened my old eyes weakly, and saw the door open, and a tiger-headed child crept in. He came to my bedside and looked at me with black chess ball eyes, the clearest and purest eyes I had ever seen. I knew who he was, because only my daughter would have such a look. He held my hand and called softly, "Grandpa..."

I showed a bitter smile to him, and then fell into a coma again, and in a hazy way, I saw that the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River gradually became clear, that is my hometown after decades of absence, and those people in my life who can't let go are showing me a warm smile......

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