Grandma said that his name was given by the sun.
Grandma also hopes that the smile in his eyes can be as hot as the sun and last forever.
His life is destined to belong to the wilderness.
He was born under the snow-capped mountains, and the yak's back was his cradle.
Running among the highland barley waves, the wind carries away his footprints;
Playing next to Haizi, the laughter broke into the sparkling waves on the water.
Use Mani stones to build a staircase leading to the clouds
He fell asleep with his pillow on the grassland, the whispers of cattle and sheep in his ears
The secret of Gesang flower and the legend of snow lotus
They are all accompanied by uncle's snuff pipe, and as soon as they are shaken off, it becomes a fairy tale on the entire plateau.
Her life is given the color of art, she is a rose that grows crazily in love
Rose does not want to be confined to the greenhouse, she yearns for the unknown and freedom.
With the tacit consent of her parents, she carried her luggage and drove to Tibet in the car.
It was the place closest to the sun in her mind, and the place that best symbolized freedom.
Meeting you should have been a fate praying to Tara.
Concept: This is a story born out of random thoughts during the withdrawal reaction after traveling.