I was supposed to write about the past 2021, but I still seem to be making no progress. In the past year, my friends around me seem to be moving towards a similar stage of life at the same speed. And I, like a Cretaceous ant accidentally wrapped in resin, was frozen sixty-six million years ago. There is a word in Buddhism called "non-regression", which means that the world is irreversible. After entering the new world, the old will disappear. I always stubbornly want to live in the old times, and I also stubbornly prefer natural landscapes. Looking through the time framed in the photos, I thought I would just make up for the travel notes from last year’s trip to Gannan.

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"When the goat and I were fixed,

The surrounding scenery began to rotate again. "

{Langmusi}

Going to Gannan in October is not a good choice. The weather is getting colder and there is more rain. I have always liked the clear blue sky in the north, but I was not lucky enough to see it this time. My friend, who has suffered so much, has accompanied me through wind and rain to fulfill my wish to see the mountains and the sea every year.

I originally thought that I would have more freedom after making money. In addition, I have been working for a year and I am more familiar with the rhythm of work, so it will be easier to find a balance between life and work. But in fact, every year there are more things that come up as stumbling blocks. When my friend and I decided to go to Gannan together during the Golden Week, I told her "If you want to do something, do it immediately. If you think it can wait, it means you don't have 100% intention to do it." This sentence is advising her as well as myself. I used too many excuses to waste the time that should be spent enjoying happiness. Just like in the workplace, I should also have 100% execution ability in life.

{Sangke Grassland}

We passed many service stations along the way. The further we drove into the mountains, the smaller the service stations became and the atmosphere of life became stronger. I saw a large group of sheep at the service station in Xiahe. They slowly walked out from the gaps between the cars, like streams meeting rocks, automatically diverging and converging. I am afraid of groups of animals and groups of people. If many things are done by a group, even if you know something is wrong, you can't resist. It's like a flock of sheep crossing the stationary traffic to nibble on the yellow grass on the opposite slope. It's very comfortable but feels that something is slightly wrong.

{Landscapes and sheep encountered along the way}

The various scenic spots in Gannan are very far apart. We drove to Langmusi on a hailing night. My friend and I fell asleep in the warm car. When we woke up, we could hear a slight banging sound on the roof of the car. Wiping the water vapor on the car window, what I saw was a dark road with mountains on both sides. There were some villages where the halo of street lights could not radiate. The car was driving on the winding road, with high beams on. Can occasionally take care of some of these isolated villages. I didn't want to use the screen light of my mobile phone to break the silence in the car, so I slowly counted the street lights in my heart. We passed a streetlight every two and a half minutes, and I counted for almost an hour. During this time, I felt extremely relaxed, without any noise in my mind, and it seemed like there was only me and the streetlights that appeared every two and a half minutes in the universe.

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"When a person stands on a high place,

His responsibility is just to slide down gently. "

{Zhagana}

Living in the plains, I like to look at mountains but not mountains. I can only look at mountains and seas in my articles. Only with this corner can I get a glimpse of plateaus, ancient roads, deserts and ice peaks. Books are always more interesting than people. Human life is too short, but poetry runs through the universe. Throughout 2021, I have been reading books by Yuan Zhesheng and Huang Guojun, a group of "introverted writers". I really like this kind of writers with quick and weird thinking. Their stories are always full of absurdity but can smell the truth, so when I read, Sometimes I always feel like I made friends with them for a short time. There are always a few seconds where the madman who plays swords and sings under the moonlight and the social beast who works overtime late at night under the lights can meet.

{The depressed flower lake and me who can’t open my eyes}

Monkey and I were walking by the Flower Lake. The cloudy days on the plateau still had strong ultraviolet rays. The monkeys sang "We are by the lake in the prairie", but what I thought was that there will always be beautiful flower lakes in the prairie, but it may not be us singing by the lake. It's always been annoying to have time go by, and it's also annoying to be the one stubbornly standing still in the crowd. I've said it before, a lot of the time I'm the one being pushed forward. I also don’t want to discuss the issue of “people are their own masters”, which will make people around them feel extremely profound whether it is written or spoken. Accept the reality. In fact, most people are not as knowledgeable as they want to show. They are just pushed forward by the torrent of time, and then use consequentialism to deduce their own choices, which looks serious and advanced.

{Labrang Monastery}

There is a high slope opposite Labrang Monastery. When you climb to the middle of the slope, you can see the temple's prayer wheel, which is said to be the longest in the world. The driver told us that it would take at least more than an hour to complete every prayer wheel here. In other words, you can spin all the prayer wheels in the longest prayer gallery in the world in one hour.

I sat on the stone steps on the slope, and I had the illusion that I would slide down. Tong Weige wrote in "Wang Kao" "I have gained a little knowledge, and I feel a little bit of incomplete pain. I feel proud of myself because of this little pain, and I feel a little bit of real truth because of this little bit of false pride. Lonely. " People of our generation are taught that they must take responsibility: after reading a few literary books, they are required to be able to write articles; after receiving a high degree of education, they must have an annual salary of more than one million; by the age of thirty, they are expected to get married and start a family. Under this responsibility, we are lonely and miserable, and someone will always slide down. The pain and joy of this world will be the lubricant.