On the flowstone beach at an altitude of 4,800 meters, Ye Du knelt in the gravel and saw a flower that was too blue to be true.
The man who brought him here was called Jiang Cuo. It means ocean in Tibetan.
Ye Du. A leaf crosses the boat.
It was a cold morning in Geji. A writer who was chased by the past and had nowhere to escape, and a photographer who went back to Tibet to look for green velvet. With a few words and a car, he went deep into Ali. Their reflections have been seen in the lake of Manasarovar, and the sunset in Kailash has stretched the two silent shadows very long. Jiang Cuo pointed to the Tibetan gazelle outside the window. Ye Du waited quietly while Jiang Cuo waited for the light. In the thin air, something is slowly growing. No one can tell. Just use the word "brother" to cover up those who cross the line.
At the end of the journey, Ye Du returned to Beijing and wrote a book. There is only one blue flower printed on the title page.
Then he bought a second ticket to Lhasa. At the arrival gate of Gonggar Airport, the sunshine on the plateau is as dazzling as ever. Jiang Cuo leaned against the pillar, his sunglasses pushed up to his forehead.
"The car is outside."
It seems like this plateau has been waiting for him to come back.
Purpose: commemoration
