I hope to have someone like you. Some people in this world love like the refreshing wind in the mountains, while others love like the warm sunshine in the ancient city. But it doesn't matter, it will be good for you in the end.

From the starting point to the night, from Shan Ye to the study, the answers to all questions are simple.

There will always be someone who nods to you, carries on the future and counts the road signs of life several times.

? -Zhang Jiajia's "Passing Through Your World"

14 books, 16 movies, 19 decided to pursue romance and excitement. The decision was passed almost overnight without delay.

This story is a bit sad. Indeed, romance and persistence are the appearance of ideal love, but I prefer everything in nature because it is quiet and true. When you feel strange and at a loss about the things around you, the most comfortable state is to plunge into nature, listen to the sound of running water, look at the vast land and shout from the bottom of your heart: what a beautiful world!

The story has some twists and turns. Not everything will start when you are ready, and not all preparations can come in handy. The strongest comfort is only flawed, but it is also more useful. During a trip, many people will get off the bus and some will get on the bus. Only you can accompany you to the end.

This story has a happy ending. It tells me, don't indulge in the regret of passing away, the scenery along the way will fill your mind and impact your heart. When the lead is washed away, you will understand that whether you run with a smile or a cry, you are brave and the future will come.

It is said that the sacred mountains, waters and lakes there are all charming, and people there are very pious when they smile. There are not many people there, only the sound of the wind. It happened that I was free, and it happened to be spring and summer. So, I set off and my mark will stay there. In the vast sea of people, if you meet me, I wonder if you would like to open your heart and share the interesting things in life with me?

[What do I see]

I saw western Sichuan in June and told a fairy tale about spring and summer. Along the way, the green forest is about to drip, and the stream comes slowly from the snow-capped mountains, singing midsummer songs. Passing lakes are like jade scattered all over the world, crystal clear; The mountains passing by are extremely vast, and the six-character mantra ""is engraved on the mountainside (that is, "Hum, Hum, Hum, Hum, Hum, Hum, Hum, Hum, Hum, Hum, Hum, Hum, Hum, Hum, Hum, Hum, Hum.

Along the way, the broad field of vision, just like the scene in the movie, the winding road extends into the distance with no end in sight. The light and shadow on the distant mountains, like naughty children, chase each other.

I saw in the book the miracle created by the heroes of the Anti-Japanese War with their lives-flying over Luding Bridge. The Dadu River is galloping under the bridge, with swaying iron cables and crowded people. Every step needs courage. I followed the crowd and hugged each other. I met a little sister on the bridge in a panic, but I said goodbye at the bridge. My short trip just made up for the lack of this trip.

Perhaps the wonderful feeling of meeting will always happen to people who walk alone, because there will always be people in the same situation on the road.

I saw five-color prayer flags fluttering in the wind on Zheduo Mountain, with the most pious prayers of Tibetans. Blue sky, white clouds, red sun, green jungle and yellow land, every time the wind blows, are praying for the world to be disaster-free and happy.

Being in the prayer flags and listening to the call of the wind, my heart is extremely quiet. Inadvertently, I gradually resonated with this sacred situation and prayed silently.

Everyone has a dream, big or small, but they are all equal before the prayer. Dreams can be realized not because of the existence of God, but because we believe in God and materialize the spirit that guides us.

I saw xinduqiao full of Tibetan customs all the way, which is the foothold of tourists. There are few fruit stalls on the street, and pedestrians in twos and threes have a sparsely populated atmosphere belonging to the plateau area. Yaks returning home in groups are not afraid of pedestrians and vehicles, and they are carefree.

Perhaps this "shouting without answering" place is another kind of relief. No question, no answer, is the driving force that guides me to move on.

I saw the eighteen bends of Heaven winding among the mountains. If Zheduo Mountain is named after the winding mountain road, it is like the homesickness of the mountain peak. It knows that you will eventually go away, and your reluctant thoughts turn into a misty mountain road. I just hope you can slow down and take time to remember its face.

Looking back, the vehicles are as small as ants, and the mountains and white clouds are from beginning to end. The road ahead may be endless, and the scenery in front of you may be unattainable. But the road you have traveled and the scenery you have seen will be remembered in your heart.

I saw the Kazra Mountain with mountain flowers as the skin and fog grass as the yarn. Here, some people run in the wind, some people take photos with mountain flowers, and some people embrace the blue sky and white clouds with open arms. For the first time, I felt so close to the sky, the wind was strong, and the blue sky reached my eyes through thick clouds. I think this should be the feeling of sitting on the top of the mountain and picking stars with your hands.

I watched a duet between heaven and water in Litang County. The blue sky is so clean and the lake is so clear. There is an illusion of "facing the sea and blooming in spring" in a trance. Two Tibetan boys are throwing stones, and the ripples on the lake slowly fade away with the tinkling sound, and then return to calm. Dark face, clear laughter, incomprehensible language, scattered yellow flowers, dazzling in the sun. That's their photo and I'm just a passer-by.

On the other side of the road, a group of Tibetan children, holding snacks from tourists, got together to share. I subconsciously raised my mobile phone, and a little girl immediately made a gesture of "comparing her heart", indicating that they often meet tourists from all over the world and know that they have the habit of "photographing people and taking pictures".

I came all the way through Qian Fan to your hometown just to see its sacred glory, and you, looking at passers-by who come and go in a hurry, are already eager to see the bustling night view of the big city. Maybe different languages are an insurmountable gap, but at that moment, under the same blue sky, we can share a quiet.

I saw the desolate and magnificent Rabbit Mountain, a barren mountain peak, and two rabbit ears stood out on the top of the mountain. I saw the vastness of Haizi Mountain, where there were no traces of glaciers. The local people piled up a huge Mani heap with stones, engraved with "the largest ancient glacier relic in the world". There are many weeds in the rocky pile, and thousands of Haizi are scattered among them. At the clear water's edge, it is impossible to tell whether it is a mani pile or just a stone.

The wind here is a little lonely. I tried to blow the veil of the pedestrians, but the weeds panicked and the stone was lost. All you have to do is stand there without talking, and you will have an absurd feeling of being on the moon.

I saw the sacred Tallinn. Tibetans prayed around the White Pagoda every day, or several people walked in a row, or walked alone, with their hands folded, reading Tibetan and pulling the prayer wheel. Like a prayer flag, every rotation of the prayer wheel is a blessing. In my spare time, I sit next to a Tibetan Zhuo Ma. She told me that many people came to pray for their families. Today, she also walked around the White Pagoda 108. When she is tired, she takes a rest, sometimes for a day.

It sounds incredible to spend a day praying. There are many people in the world who are in a hurry. Few people are willing to waste their time on meaningless things. If so, they are more willing to spend time watching other people's boring lives in the online world. Because life is boring.

? [What am I waiting for]

However, seeing so much, I came to the door of Aden. This is something I didn't expect. I thought I would go straight ahead and go straight to Daocheng Aden. It seems that I am in a hurry. The beauty of Daocheng is not only in Aden, but also the scenery on the road is wonderful. This is probably because of the long journey. In order to let the pilgrims accompany beautiful scenery, legends and stories every day, the Buddha waved to Wanshan and Haizi. Since then, travelers have learned to feel the sacredness of approaching Daocheng gradually, and beautiful things need to be tasted slowly.

Crossing mountains, lakes and villages, standing at the gate of Aden scenic spot, the feeling of cold came to my face, and the fatigue of the boat and car was swept away in an instant. When the continuous green hills and cold snow-capped mountains stand in front of me, I know that all the outside interference can't pass through this door.

Riding the morning breeze, every frame of scenery outside the window will make people scream and scream. I saw the pine trees retreating by the roadside, the white clouds running in the mountains and the snow-capped mountains flashing in the distance. The scenery in front of me is so unreal that I almost forgot that there is a sunrise outside the cloud. In a flash, the sun penetrated the sea of clouds and lit up the top of the mountain, and the world became much clearer.

"I love mountains and seas, and mountains and seas can be flat." I travel-stained to your side, in the most beautiful place, it happened that it was the most embarrassing appearance. But so what? I am the bravest and coolest girl when I stand in front of you.

I walked into the center of Luo Rong cattle farm, closed my eyes, felt the snow-capped mountains around me, listened to the clear sound of snow in the mountains, and opened my eyes. The sun was shining and the grass was leisurely. I feel that all the beautiful words are tacky here.

Just like liking a person, it is probably because he has what he wants, so it is not enough to describe him with the most beautiful words in the world.

Even if I don't give up, I will walk away. It's blue and I want to shout. I hear the call of the snow-capped mountains. I must arrive before the heavy rain comes. Snow Mountain is always in front of us, but to reach the top, we must go through the long journey of "eyes in heaven, body in hell".

Climbing mountains and mountains is a very cool process, and all elegance is vulnerable to physical strength. It is a sacred thing to climb the snow-capped mountains over 4000 meters above sea level. All disguises must be removed. There are climbers wearing red and black cotton-padded clothes along the way, and some people disappear while walking.

Those uncut scenery, those snow-capped mountains that don't melt all the year round, finally turned into the voice of the world, penetrating the years and life. I crossed the plateau meadow, shuttled through the virgin forest and set foot on the green grass loess. I turned my back on the horse and left listening to the songs of Tibetans. The altitude is getting higher and higher, the wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the snow-capped mountains are gradually looming in the clouds. All the paths I have taken are guiding me to find the power of Daocheng Aden.

I finally stood in front of the sea of milk before the raindrops fell. At that moment, I was speechless. Its beauty is not as bright and refreshing as Luo Rong Cattle Farm, as cool and quiet as Jiuzhaigou, and its surrounding environment is as clean as cold snow-capped mountains. When I stood on the top of the mountain and looked back, the dazzling glaciers merged into the lake from the snow-capped mountains and turned into a basin of blue nectar. It has a magical power, mixed with thoughts all the way, as if time and space were frozen, and tears welled up in my heart instantly.

"In the end, when I stand in front of you, you will see my scar and know that I have been injured and healed." Perhaps, this is the meaning of travel, it doesn't have to be earth-shattering, but it must be warm enough.

Due to the thin air on the plateau, after a long journey, my friends in the same trade chose to end their trip to the Milk Sea Snow Mountain, and I and one of the boys with good physical strength continued to go to the Five Colors Sea.

The wind at the top of the mountain is very strong and cold, and only a couple are collecting wind. I stood at the top of the mountain and looked around. There is a sea of five colors in front and a sea of milk behind. The snow-capped mountains are magnificent and dazzling. Different from the purity of the milk sea, the five-color sea presents colorful scenes in the refraction of light and shadow. Maybe I'm afraid that cheering will wake up the sleeping holy mountain and holy lake. Faced with this situation, my heart is very calm, and I just want to feel the sting of being slapped by the fan quietly.

When I went down the mountain, I said, "You just graduated from high school and want to play as a team. How brave. " . The answer is "because we are boys", what a simple reason. Yes, life should be like this, and what you want to do must be put on the agenda. There are too many variables in the future. Time keeps moving forward and will not wait for people. Some things are not done now and will not be done in the future.

In the long river of time, many times we were pushed away, sometimes at a loss, sometimes panicked, because there was no choice, no choice. But for a trip that has just started, we can decide how to appear and how to end it.

When I stood in the middle of Luo Rong cattle farm again, it was already the evening after the rain. On the pasture, the horses took off their armor and lived a carefree life. The wind was blowing too hard, and I was shivering with cold, and the fatigue of the day spread all over my body. I walked by and watched quietly.

Tired and satisfied. I think, in this climbing process, I am waiting for the feeling of freedom.

I met a Tibetan pilgrim on my way out of Daocheng. After watching the movie Gon Rinpoche, on the pilgrimage, everyone has different stories and wishes, and the whole world is only quiet because of the friction and collision between people and roads. Although I can't feel the same way, I really admire my persistence and determination that I don't care about the eyes of passers-by and the hardships ahead.

No matter where you are, different lifestyles and beliefs are a sense of ritual to break the boring life. We have no right to comment on others' right and wrong, nor have the right to smile sympathetically at each other, let alone rush to attack controversial ones. In life, there are not a few people who lose their faith and morality under the banner of not believing in God.

[Postscript]

Whether you come for the magnificence of the frozen snow-capped mountains, for the forest with all the trees dyed, for the pure and pure holy lake, for the myth of past lives, for self-seeking, or just because "Daocheng Aden" is the dream pursued by countless people. But no matter what it is for, I hope that when you stand at the pass of the snowy mountain, the wind will tell you that all the questions have been answered.

I'm glad I've been here, and I really saw a lot of people and things during my trip. A trip can't solve the problems of life, but it can give you more time and space to think about the meaning of living. Life is too short, life is too long, and body and soul must always be on the road.

A person's memory is a city. Time corrodes all buildings and deserts, all tall buildings and roads. If you don't advance, you will be buried in the sand. So we burst into tears and turned back step by step, but we could only move forward.

? -Zhang Jiajia's "Passing Through Your World"