Above Tibet

Author: Zhu Yong
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Features: Some are born as if destined to walk. I call them travelers. They walk to seek. What do they seek? Perhaps they themselves are not entirely clear. Maybe they seek what their hearts rely on, or what their souls are tied to. Travelers and those rushing to Paris are worlds apart. Finally, they can sit at a small café in the Latin Quarter, sipping coffee, or finally walk down Champs-élysées. Their paths are completely unrelated. Travelers seem out of place in this world. Even on good days, they feel restless. Only in the act of walking, when they use their own steps to tap the earth, like geologists using a small iron hammer to explore underground treasures, to listen to the whispers and breaths of the earth, or when they focus their pupils on the sky and try to pierce through it, to read the book behind the celestial realm, their hearts find peace. Zhu Yong is such a traveler. As he journeys, he constantly questions and answers himself. Whether his answers are negative or positive, others may never know, but he finds joy in the process. However, he has gained something. His gain is stepping into a world of colors unseen by many. That tune. When the dragon. Namtso. Nianqing Tanggula. For several days, we never left Qiangtang. This allowed me to witness the ever-changing patterns on this land, like flowing clouds. I saw sunlight within sunlight, as if I saw water within water and clouds within clouds. Soon enough, I could distinguish another kind of sunlight from the sunlight—though they belong to the same family, they have different appearances. Their alternation often makes the scenery on the earth change unpredictably—is it the light that controls the mysterious magic, no different from other magic. Opening a thick geography dictionary, in which annotations can one find mountains, rivers, or ruins illuminated by another kind of sunlight?