Tibet, far above

Author: Zhu Yong
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Publish Date: 2006-08-01
Features: Some people are born as if destined to walk. I call them travelers. They walk in search of something. What they search for, perhaps they themselves are not entirely clear. Maybe they are searching for 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 on a chair outside 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 when walking, when using their own feet 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 focusing their pupils on the sky and trying to pierce through it to read the celestial book behind it, their hearts will find peace. Zhu Yong is just such a traveler. As he encounters various things on the road, he reflects and answers himself. Whether the answer is negative or positive, others cannot know, but he enjoys it. However, he has gained something. His gain is stepping into a world of colors unseen by many. The curve. The dragon. Namtso. Nyenchen Tangula. For several days, we did not leave Qiangtang. As a result, I was able to witness this pattern on the land, like flowing clouds, changing endlessly. I saw sunlight within sunlight, as if I saw water within water and clouds within clouds. Soon, 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?