I will always yearn to be my snowman on Nyenchen Tanglha Mountain, where there is no one within a thousand meters.
Suddenly one day guests came to the snow mountain again, and they asked me to write down what happened a hundred years ago.
I wanted to refuse, but they said a name that was dusty but fresh in my heart.
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I agreed.
I thought that if I got used to being a leisurely snowman, I would forget those past events where the lines were bloody and the words were full of deceit and calculation; I would also forget the Chinese characters that have not been used for a long time; and I would not remember the voices and faces of those old friends.
But I didn't forget, how could I forget. The few short years I lived through that almost molded me into a complete person, carving snowmen into tangible ice sculptures.
The four hundred years before that and the hundred years after that were compressed drastically, and it was impossible to hold a handful of emotions.
After getting what they wanted, they asked me to come down the mountain. Of course I resisted. I wanted to stay away from everyone and everything, and just be a snowman who doesn't say anything, doesn't move, and doesn't cry.
They were in trouble. They didn't want to force me, but they refused to leave. I didn't want to care about them, but after seeing the familiar sign, my lazy mood was gently tugged...
I finally started to observe people again for the first time in a long time. After hearing the word "like" being used to connect that name to me, I vaguely heard the sound of avalanches in the mountains and the hunting sounds of thousands of wind and horse flags.
A hundred years later, I finally got an answer. Visitors from afar brought me messages from my old friends.
I am going down the mountain with them, and these past events should not be hidden.
Therefore, I leave this article as a token of appreciation for our distinguished guests.
Concept: You can always see the love under the snow-covered ice