In April, you should smell the peach blossoms in Nyingchi, kiss the 5,231-meter stele of Tanggula Mountain, and touch the courtyard wall of the Potala Palace…
spring is beginning
The slightly chilly spring breeze blows away the haze of the epidemic. When the bright yellow willow silk fluttered, the parents who helped their children learn also let out a long sigh of relief—school is finally about to start.
After the alarm of the epidemic was raised, I curled up in the room, eating, sleeping, and Douyin occupied most of the time. But the word “fear” is like a lingering nightmare. For this reason, I dare not meet people or go out, fearing that my relatives will suddenly become beating numbers on my mobile phone.
After staying in a boxy concrete box for three months, I went crazy and missed the slightly crowded vegetable market, the night market full of shouts, and the small river with fallen leaves outside the city…
Fortunately, the darkness will always pass, and the light of dawn brings hope and warmth. We can’t wait to see what we miss so much these days.
be your own hero
Nietzsche said, “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”
After panic, we should also think about the awkward philosophical question of “the meaning of life”. But this time we don’t need those so-called wise men to answer, we have our own answer.
Be your own protagonist and do what you want to do. I chose to give myself a trip, a wish I had promised myself for a long time but never realized – driving a caravan through National Highway 318 until Lhasa.
Go and smell the peach blossoms in Nyingchi, kiss the 5,231-meter stele of Tanggula Mountain, touch the courtyard wall of Jokhang Temple…
The 318 National Highway to Lhasa has changed from a natural barrier to a thoroughfare, but it does not prevent us from thinking about her, thinking about her, and repeating her name over and over again like we have not seen a lover for a long time.
let’s go you and me
So we should go to her, the city of Lhasa that people dream about.
Do you want to go too?
Your bill of materials only needs: the heart of travel, me, enough.
I bring the RV, quilt, iron pot, dried meat, salt… 
