——He said that when the wind horse flag is raised, the wind will take everything away and remember everything.
[Sober and tough archaeological team member*Tangka painter who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside]
[One does not believe in the afterlife * The other does not ask about past lives]
In the 1990 cultural relics census, Xu Zhi was transferred from the northern Sichuan archaeological team to Tibet.
When she was stationed in a village called Quzha in eastern Tibet, she met Tenzin.
He is a thangka painter in the village, guarding the walls full of thangka paintings.
At first one has to dig and the other has to defend.
What she wants to dig up is a thousand-year-old cultural context;
What he wants to keep is the devout faith of generations.
But I searched for it day and night in the soil, and spent my whole life painting on the cloth.
Xu Zhi said it in order not to forget.
Tenzin remembered these words for the rest of his life.
From thangkas in the snow to simmering mulberry to worship the gods, from a sky burial to the blooming of Gesang flowers,
It turns out that what they did was the same from the beginning.
It is to prevent those who have left, and those passing years, from
Being truly forgotten.
That day, the wind horse flag rose from the hillside, filling the sky and the ground, and the five-color prayer flags rustled in the wind.
He stood in the distance, and she stood under the flag of the wind horse.
When the wind horse flag is raised, the wind will take away everything and remember everything.
"In that life, I raised the wind horse, not to pray for blessings, but to wait for your arrival."
Intention: Some winds will remember the way they came after years.