It started to rain in Bomi, and it was still dark at 6:06 in the morning. The star appeared in another corner of the clouds. This is a common scene in plateau areas, a rain cloud and a hundred miles of blue sky.
Some people got up early and rushed to the next place, holding an umbrella, looking very busy. I got up to go to the toilet, mistakenly thinking that the public toilets on this floor were gender-neutral, and mistakenly thinking that the locked door would not open again. Find the psychological shadow area of an old man wearing only shorts.
Yesterday afternoon, after writing some specious words, I was still staying on the balcony. The sky is clear and the wind is gentle. If you accidentally touch your feet in the sun, you can directly feel the burning sensation. A person's freedom in a strange city may be like this. There is no need to straighten one's shoulders and back, and it has nothing to do with benevolence and morality. One just lies down like this and looks at the blue sky and white clouds.
A high mountain approaches to the left. A street, or perhaps the entire city, extends from here. The glaciers and snow-capped mountains on the right are farther away. They need to pass through the sight of a county town, high and low buildings and a rushing river called "Palong Zangbo".
In Bomi County, which is over 2,700 meters above sea level, I have the strength to sing. The balcony only had sheets and clothes blown up by the wind. The song is full of doubts and the indulgence of doubts. Oh, there is also a quiet town with glaciers and blue skies in the song.
Someone comes up to take a shower. Ask me if this is the position. Yes. I paused for a few breaths and started singing again. The singing makes one feel as if he is melting into the blue sky. As he sings, some unreasonable emotions arise, and the corners of his eyes become slightly wet.
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Then I met another friend who was traveling alone. It was the one who asked me if I was taking a shower here. Then we went to Zhuolonggou together today.
The scenery along the way is beautiful, and there are colorful prayer flags along the way. Walking closer and closer to the snow-capped mountains. There are also people going to the snow-capped mountains passing by here.
The trees here are very tall, mostly pine trees, and ancient trees are towering into the sky. There are many trees that need several people to hug them. If it is broken for some reason, it will be covered with moss. Light and shade hidden beneath the trees. Two roads appeared in the yellow forest, but it was a pity that I couldn't stop at the same time.
Rest on a meadow. An old pine tree provided us with shade. If it was a bear, it must have been rolling on the grass! Because of the age of the forest and the tallness of the trees, there is always a sharp contrast. Houses and mountains, cars and trees. People also become smaller.
The climb was tiring. People get very hot and dizzy when exposed to the sun. It's cool under the shade of the trees. It was already mid-afternoon when we reached our destination. Enter an iron gate to reach a temple, then enter another iron gate to reach the tree burial site.
Nearly 500 children are buried here (this number was found on Baidu, and it is said that Zhuolonggou has a history of tree burials of 600 years). A small coffin made of wood, with a bucket, cloth bag, etc. There are some small dolls hanging on the tree, all of which are white little souls that have not yet grown up.
I seemed to hear a lot of crying, people's suppressed or indulgent shouts. How much torture must a person endure before he can use death as a short rest. I breathe in these tragic sounds, there is no shortage of such sounds in the world, and breathe out the warm and soft love. I love these children who haven’t grown up yet. Even though I don’t know their names, I don’t know how many pure and happy things they had in their short lives. I feel like they are looking at me happily. For me, death and sorrow are not equivalent. Eternal suffering in the world is man's eternal self-imposed limitation.
Of course I won't remember the dead forever. Familiar people, unfamiliar people. People who run across the earth evaporate with the rain. There is no need for those who have not died to bear the burden of what they have left behind. Did the dissipation of the wind make another gust of wind heavier? It shuttles back and forth in the corridor, from high altitude to low altitude, from south to north.
In the evening, chat with new friends. Talk about Nietzsche and Schopenhauer, talk about the character development of Chinese people, and talk about interesting Iranians in religious yoga. Even though we had forgotten about it after talking about it. But it is very comfortable to have such a small talk facing the moon. It will make it easier to open up other minds and re-find the meaning you want to seek. Although this meaning has been verified, it is meaningless. But it makes me happy to think that there are still so many people pursuing these big concepts, doubting and being determined during this period.
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