Grand Lama Naruhito was not a devout monk, and for him, the best life should be spent at the foot of the mountain, but his parents wanted him to become a lama and give his heart to the Buddha. His parents were very poor, so when someone wanted him to take him to find someone and was willing to pay some money, he thought he could accept it.

However, in the end, they did not find the person, only found the lama temple where Dong Can lived, and in his room, found an oil painting. Dong Can has lived here, but everything has been removed, only the oil painting remains.

This is the reason why Naruren Lama and Tashi would paint in oil, and all their oil painting techniques came from the teachers of this lama temple, and the reason why they liked oil painting was because they found an oil painting in that person's room.

It was an oil painting of a huge lake, the color of the lake was extraordinary, and when he saw it, a wave of joy and shock welled up in the heart of the Grand Lama Naruhito, who wondered where this beautiful lake could exist in such a distant, mysterious, isolated way of being in the world.

Grand Lama Naruhito then saw the reflection in the lake, the reflection of snow-capped mountains on the surface of the lake, and he recognized that it seemed to be Mount Grakorum towering over the edge of the lake, and the sky reflected in the lake was grayish-white, and through this kind of reflection, one felt that the lake was sacred and extraordinary, with an extraordinary atmosphere.

Grand Lama Naruhito was quite resistant to the so-called beauty and truth of religion, but when he saw the painting, he seemed to be able to integrate something that he had not understood before. Compared to other ideas of becoming a Buddha, what he could accept was that I think happiness is the Buddha's path - and the painting made him very happy.

He imagined what would happen if the light source in the painting changed, how gorgeous the various rays of the lake would be, imagining all kinds of climates, winds, rainstorms, light rains, snow, hail, and mist, and wondering what the fish in this lake would look like, and would they be different from the fish in other places?

He looked at the painting for a long time, and waited until he realized that the young man next to him was gone. The young man sat alone at the door of the lama's temple, and in the crowd of worshippers, he was the only one facing not the temple, but the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

As soon as he walked over, he asked, "Where is that lake?"

Grand Lama Naruhito shook his head, he had never seen such a beautiful lake, and if he were to say it, it must have existed in the heavens. However, looking at the reflection of the Grakoram Mountain, it should be in the middle of the snow-capped mountains, most likely in the hinterland of the Grakoram Mountain. He told the young man about his reasoning. The young man asked, "How can I get into the snowy mountains?" I need your help, it doesn't matter how much money it is. ”

Grand Lama Naruhito didn't know if it was because of the young man's expression at the time and he wanted to help him, or because of the money. He thought it was impossible, but in the end he was willing to give it a try.

It is very difficult to organize a team to enter that snowy mountain, but if you find the right person, it is not without a little hope.

The first thing that came to mind was the caravan who was traveling on the border, and only this group of people had the experience of going deep into the snow-capped mountains, but the parts they went deep into were all roads dug by their predecessors with their lives and events, not those places that no one had visited at all, and those roads now seemed to be not much different from nothing. His other thought was that if these people felt that they could not do it, then at least they would be much more persuasive to persuade the young man than they were themselves.

However, things turned out to his surprise, and he easily found three porters who were willing to accompany the young man into the snowy mountains. He didn't know if it was the reason for the young man's offer, which, apparently, was quite tempting.

A week later, the young man went to the depths of the snow-capped mountains under the guidance of the three porters, and the day before he set out, the young man told the Grand Lama Naruhito about the events and promises that would be ten years later.

Grand Lama Naruhito watched the young man leave, imagining the whole process of his journey deep into the depths of the snow-capped mountains, the outcome he might encounter, the beautiful snow-capped mountains and lakes like jewels, what was he looking for under such beauty?

Grand Lama Naruhito became a devout Buddhist that year, and he studied oil painting, learning about the various color expressions he had learned in that lake portrait at that time, trying to paint an identical picture, and these learning actions infected Tashi and others. Including the later Chen Xuehan.

Ten years later, he set up a charcoal stove at the entrance of the temple and waited for the young man to arrive, in fact, he was not sure if anyone would come, however, the young man did return, and in the exact same appearance as ten years ago.

So young, just like when we parted ten years ago.

Grand Lama Naruhito took out what they had prescribed, and sure enough, the young man had forgotten everything, but he kept his promise and began to recount each day after their separation.

The next narrative is the dictation of the young man and my collation, the first 700 days, recorded by the Grand Lama Naruhito, and the latter part recorded by Tashi. Because most of the days are repeated or rarely recorded, and some days are just two people on the road, so I will pick the more important days to talk about here.

In these oral accounts, the young man also tells stories that he said without consciousness, as if he suddenly remembered that this was something that should be recorded, and there was no explanation afterwards, and I interspersed them in order.

It's an incomprehensible, dreamlike experience, and we can only get a glimpse of it through words.