Snow is free, technology should be, and the heart of flying always is.
From the snow marks made by one person to the arc drawn by hundreds of people;
From the training ground in the cold winter to the free home that lasts all seasons——
This is a story about loss and retrieval, lies and truth, bondage and flight.
When the last winter comes, what is engraved on the snow is not the name of the champion, but a line of oaths that all ordinary people can understand:
"The snow never stops, the mountains never grow old, and the road to freedom always goes up."
I would like to pay tribute to all those who still believe in snow, mountains and freedom with this story.
See you on the mountain, or on any road leading to the mountain.
Reader comments
I would like to encourage you to give the new book five stars. I feel that this is like an urban cool article with a hint of skiing. It would be better if more skiing is written about it.
I would like to encourage you to give the new book five stars. I feel that this is like an urban cool article with a hint of skiing. It would be better if more skiing is written about it.