"Hate Qinghai"
Everyone says that the loess is thick, the snow-capped mountains are vast, and the plateau carries the obsessions and sorrows of countless homeless people.
But no one told me that the loess buries all the past and the cold snow freezes the past. This land cannot keep young people who meet in a hurry.
That year the wind howled in the wilderness and frost covered the earth.
A man walked from the foot of the snow-capped mountains, his whole body covered with the biting cold air of the snowy land;
A man who grew up on the Loess Plateau, with the weight of loess wind and sand in his bones.
Two teenagers from completely different lands met in the vast wilderness.
One has a solitary body and is born wandering; the other has old wounds in his heart and has always been cold.
They met in a deserted land, fell in love with each other in the cold wind, and redeemed each other in the unknown years.
I thought that the long road to the plateau would be a journey that I could take together for the rest of my life, accompanying me day and night, year after year.
But the human world is the most impermanent, and the mountains and seas are the most difficult to level.
Love begins in the wilderness and ends in the sea of people;
The original intention is born at a young age and buried in the wind and frost.
Later, heavy snow closed the mountains, old friends left, and the wind and sand on the loess land still rolled up year by year.
I stood on the shore of the lake where we once stood side by side, watching the spring, summer, autumn and winter, and waiting for the morning and evening.
The loess is still vast, the cold wind is still howling,
But there is no one who will stop for me, look back for me, and bear all the hardships in the world for me.
It turns out that the mountains and seas I spent half my life rushing to,
It has always left me with only empty joy and uneasy sadness.
You are the vast expanse of snow-capped mountains, and I am the rolling loess. We met in Qinghai, but in the end we were defeated by the vast rivers and mountains between us.
I have loved this plateau, and I have only hated this fruitless encounter.
Hate Qinghai and blue sky
Intention: Return of an old friend