In the journey of life, in the initial and marching stages, many people often have the idea of retreating or even giving up, and many people finally move on. Hesitation and vacillation are also the truest appearance of life. Kitajima said that life is an opportunity, only once. Whoever corrects the time will suddenly grow old. Therefore, forward is the direction of youth.

On the way to Tibet on foot, Fanfan also had many thoughts of retreating or giving up, but in the end, she persisted in moving forward until Lhasa. Later, we also got too many touches from her entry log, and what we miss most is the record of her struggling on her way to Tibet.

Paulo coelho said in The Fantasy Journey of a Shepherd Boy that when you want something, the whole universe will cooperate with Qi Xin to help you realize it. Entering Tibet is not a trip to go, but a brave step after careful preparation. Dreams are the driving force for progress.

First, imagination may come true, or it may just be imagination.

How can Sanskrit sing just to cross?

"Why did you walk to Tibet instead of going anywhere else?" Many people ask me this question. Along the way, I was also thinking about this problem. Just because this magnificent scenery fascinates me? Or did the Tibetans who kowtowed and made pilgrimages wash my soul? To be sure, this trip to Tibet is like a microcosm of life. All imaginations may come true, or they may just stay in imagination.

Second, it is a real state of life to have hesitated or even wanted to give up.

Miss the scenery, miss the moment Climb one foot to the top at a time, but still drop one foot to a lower place at a time. What kind of mood should I walk down the mountain road?

We can stop, but accept the consequences of giving up: then we will never get where we want to go. Only go all the way forward, even if you always have to face twists and turns and collapse.

The wind is whistling, even if the sun shines enthusiastically on the plateau at an altitude of 4300 meters, it is still too high to be cold. "Calm down, I can't stay here for long." There is not an inch of land in the open area of Yakou for people to take shelter from the wind.

Third, as soon as the phone is connected, the heart is full of love.

Sorry, there is no signal on your mobile phone. I really want to get in touch with the outside world and speed up my steps. The moment the phone is connected: "Hello? I am here, so tired. " Just to say a word, I forgot my foot pain, I forgot my fatigue, and I really forgot everything. This power I call love is the power of love. Nothing is more powerful than love.

Sometimes I think I'm stupid. Cell phone signal is full 24 hours. What are you doing? Have you ever counted how many sentences you can say in a minute? Then why are you so anxious to hang up? Are you really too busy to give 60 seconds to the people who care about you the most?

I was so calm, the phone call was over, the message was sent out, and then I smiled, which was the biggest compliment of the day. But I am calm and comfortable. I'm here, and so is the person on the other end of the phone. This feeling is very good, just like soaking in a hot spring and drinking a pot of hot wine in a cold winter.

Fourth, life knows what it looks like everywhere, just like Hong Fei stepping through the snow.

Cang Yang Jia CuO once said that there is no beginning and no end to major events in the world, and the life of "wow" is gone.

During the trip, whoever received the news said that his good friend, Third Brother, was leaving and going to heaven. Third brother is the heart light of her trip to Tibet, and she is in pain. But in the end, she chose to go forward bravely, with the entrustment of her third brother, and shared all the things about life and death with us on the road.

People go, like a sika deer walking through the snow, and the footprints on the ground are the traces of existence. The dead are gone, where will the living go? Is it the impermanence of this life, or the helplessness of these years?

I can't accept everything I think is impossible to lose. Those who may be impatient nagging on weekdays, tea and rice that have never been chewed carefully on weekdays, people who are used to daily laughter and can dial the phone at will and still care if they don't pay attention.

However, at this point, it came to an abrupt end.

Whether the clouds of that day have been predicted. When death happens without warning, who can accept it easily! What should we listen to or do? Calm the sadness and tears brought by death. But I can't say anything. I can do nothing but silence.

I was confused when I was born, but I died? Life and death, after all, return from philosophical proposition to eager reality. What you see will remind you of people, and touching the scene will bring you feelings, even if you put away your emotions and move on. Years later, nostalgia and sadness will still grasp even the smallest details and give you a sudden blow at some point! However, you have to accept it, you can only accept it! You have to accept all these realities reluctantly and even with a chuckle. There is no other choice!

I have no choice but to walk down the mountain from this pass to Lhasa.

I know life and death, but I don't bow my head! See life and death! Still winding down the mountain road, like walking from the clouds to the air. This is the path I chose. It twists and turns endlessly and unexpectedly, but it is also as beautiful as life.

I've been thinking about what kind of life people should live. Step by step, nine to five, daily necessities, husband and wife? Do you want to be your own boss and rack your brains to create a world in this world? Or do you spend money like water with your parents' golden spoons? We always envy other people's roads and their lives elsewhere. It seems that my life is always full of difficulties and mistakes. At the moment of others and other places, I was so close to the cloud, and the cloud was as beautiful as a white jade inlaid with Phnom Penh. But the cloud doesn't belong to me.

How to judge life by right or wrong? Each has its own gains and losses.

Verb (abbreviation of verb) fights death.

Haizi asked in Sister, I am in Delingha tonight: Death is coming, what can I do? There are empty hands at the end of the grassland, and you can't hold a tear when you are sad.

I will always remember the pain in my joints; I will always remember the cry of wanting to live; I will always remember the stiffness of my fingers; I will always remember the memory fragments that flashed in my mind; I will always remember the bright spot in the darkness and spread to the darkness. The light spot disappears, and the darkness is deeper and denser than the dark tunnel that Batang passes through.

Seeing the cold winter, I accidentally exposed the trouser legs of red cotton trousers, but the buttons of this cotton coat were buckled right one by one. Honeycomb coal is burning in the room, and the sweet potatoes on the stove are fragrant. I knelt on the chair by the window and scribbled my fingers on the glass full of breath. Ducks, small houses and boats stared at the icicles on the eaves through the glass full of "masterpieces", wondering why they didn't fall. With a bang, icicles fell to the ground, and I was excited. When I turned around and got down from the chair, I knocked over an enamel pot of hot tea on the table, which made me scream.

When you see the New Year's Eve, you go to the cupboard to get food. I don't know if my hands are too slippery or I took too much at once. Plates and bowls were smashed all over the floor. Grandpa quickly took a broom and dustpan and protected me while sweeping: "Peace through the years, peace through the years."

I saw that the Chinese rose planted at the entrance of the bungalow was delicate and charming, and the Hosta was free from vulgarity. Saw me in front of a vendor, insisting that my mother buy me those two little yellow ducks. I saw that at the kindergarten sports meeting, I was skipping rope in Little Yellow Duck's sportswear. I saw a bright spot in the dark. I saw the light spot slowly weaken and spread into the darkness. I saw deeper and denser darkness.

What can I do when death comes? I can't do anything.

Six, towards the distant, miss home.

Distant places are often the catalyst for missing hometown. Anyone who leaves home is no exception. She shared her warm thoughts about Beijing on the way.

Beijing, my hometown.

When it comes to my hometown, I never use the word "capital". On this high grassland, those who have decided not to go to Beijing all their lives call Beijing the "capital". There is longing in their eyes. I deeply realize that my hometown Beijing is so desirable. I've never felt this way before.

They have deep admiration and love for cities they have never been to. As a native of Beijing, I remembered the goodness of my hometown when I left. How nice Beijing is!

There are cell phone signals in supermarkets, restaurants and bookstores in Beijing, and every street in the urban area. Most importantly, I have my home and my parents who will forgive me no matter how big a mistake I make. I don't know when I will be lucky. I didn't understand until I left home. What did I think of Beijing before? "Too many people, traffic jams, smog", where to go! "I really want to leave Beijing!" Going anywhere is better than going to Beijing. I don't know that I am impetuous. I miss Beijing. Although the roads in the city are blocked, they are prosperous. Maybe there is a quiet path hidden in a street. Markets in small towns outside the city are also crowded with people.

In Beijing's parks, there are leisurely people all year round, or sitting quietly in the shade reading, staring blankly, or five or six old people around the other two old people, "Hurry up!" Watch chess, silence! Or playing diabolo, kicking shuttlecock, playing Tai Chi, or chasing pigeons with toddlers. A couple of young people were sitting on a stone by the lake, and the girl's head rested on the boy's arm and hugged her tightly.

Chestnuts in autumn and baked sweet potatoes in winter, no matter how hurried you walk, will stop your steps: "Boss, how much is a catty?" On the evening of summer, there is always an old lady fanning and shaking up and down, pointing at the young girl: "Look at that little skirt, it's all exposed!" " "

I lived in a bungalow when I was a child. As soon as the month of 1 1 entered, the honeycomb coal was transported home with a tricycle, piled on the seventh and eighth floors of the wall, and then pasted with plastic sheets, with wooden boards pressed. Besides, Chinese cabbage wrapped in thin ice in winter must be fresh and tender leaves when old Ye Er opens it. Take a tree, wash it and chop it into two drawers of big jiaozi stuffed with pork, dip it in vinegar and eat it with Laba garlic, alas! Forget the smell! Beijing used to be so good!

Seven, walk a long way and know for a lifetime.

When he arrived in Yajiang, he kept a Tibetan song in his heart: How many secrets does a person need to hide in order to spend his life skillfully? The plateau illuminated by the Buddha is heaven in three steps and two steps, but there are still so many people who are preoccupied and can't walk.

She also met an experienced uncle.

On the way, my uncle told them, "Only after walking this road can you understand the meaning." "If you don't really walk over, you won't realize it."

And Christine's antithesis is, "But some people didn't enter the Tibetan Road and realized it!"

Who is the hardest person on the plateau? Life is ordinary, but it won't be useless. As Lu Yao's Ordinary World warns, even the most ordinary people should strive for the world they live in.

Eight, the heroic road of ordinary people

The train slowed down and slowly entered the Lhasa platform, and my heart was pounding. If my mouth hadn't stood in the way, it would have jumped out of my throat.

The sky on the plateau is dreamy, although it is only blue and white. Lhasa! Lhasa! I sit barefoot by the Lhasa River, let the sunshine warm me, and my mouth may rise slightly. An old man walked slowly along the river, shaking his prayer wheel in his right hand and chanting softly. His wrinkled face smiled at me when he passed me.

When you love a city, you accept all its good and bad. The crowded stalls and pilgrims in Barkhor Street didn't bother me. I'm surprised at the strength of these people. Every morning at sunset, they all mumble praise devoutly.

No matter whether you are walking in a crowded crowd or sitting alone in a corner, no one cares who you are. Your name, age, job, income, all the labels related to reality were burned to ashes by the sunshine in Lhasa. Maybe this is why so many people love Tibet.

"Why did you come to Tibet?"

"Lovelorn."

"Come if you want."

"unemployed."

"Tibet is the farthest place from home, and no one knows me."

"Will you stay in Lhasa?"

"I will."

"Come and relax and stay for what?"

"I don't know, but I think I will come again."

Why did you go to the Sichuan-Tibet line? What is the biggest change of Sichuan-Tibet line for you? What it teaches you is that even if you are an ordinary or even mediocre person in life, you can become a hero with your courage, hard work, persistence, enthusiasm and a little luck! You find that you can be like a hero. Even if you predict the possibility of losing, you will not hesitate to paint your brain all over the floor in order to win.

When your feet and wheels pass through the no-man's land, the top of the snowy mountain, rain or shine, and arrive in Lhasa, no darkness can swallow you up and no pain can crush you, you are a hero, and you firmly believe that you are a hero.

I often think of the Sichuan-Tibet line, the friends I met on this road, and that I am a hero.

When you begin to recall, do you tell the story of a certain day with tears in your eyes, or do you silently mention the past along the way? How much of our life is worth remembering and how many people are deeply remembered by you.

You should cherish your place, not a place where your mobile phone often loses contact without signal; Cherish the time you have, contact the people you want to contact and meet the people you want to see; Cherish your limited life and defend your love and your dreams; After dialing the phone, cherish the "hello" voice of the other party.