Preface
That Kelsang flower seed was brought back from Tibet by my grandfather. My mother has been farming all her life and has no work to do. Before she died, she held my hand and said, "Go to Blue Lake and plant it where there are people waiting for you to come back."
I didn't understand it then. A painter who can't draw colors, a person who was abandoned by love, a completely dried seed - what kind of flowers can these three things bloom if they are put together?
I didn't know it until I got to Tibet. It turns out that grandpa brought back not only seeds, but also a promise that was half a century late. It turns out that someone has been waiting for me under the snow-capped mountains for a long time just like my mother was waiting for me. It turns out that the blue lake is not the end, but the way back that I finally found after being lost for so many years.
This story is about searching and returning home. It is a story about a southern girl who was blown apart by the wind on the plateau and put back together again, and a story about a rough Tibetan man who pampered someone in the stupidest way. It took three generations for a seed to grow from dry to full bloom in the valley.
If you have ever felt that you are too broken to put it together late one night, please scroll down. The snow-capped mountains are waiting for you, the Kelsang flowers are waiting for you, and there is a man riding a horse through the whole winter to catch you.
