Shen Xuejiao, a 28-year-old designer, has always followed the rules in life: entering higher education, joining a job, working overtime and changing plans continuously, and walking in the city with a clear path to the end. She thought the days would go by smoothly until an unsigned postcard was sent to her from Lhasa.
The moment she opened it, the Tibetan fragrance mixed with the light coffee fragrance came out, like the fragrance of laundry detergent passing by in the corridor when she was seventeen, which suddenly awakened her dream of snowy mountains. Two weeks later, she asked for leave and set off, heading west and getting on the train to Lhasa.
No one knows that in the deep alley of Barkhor Street in Lhasa, there is an unsigned cafe that has been open for many years. The boss, Bai Yufeng, rode into Tibet during the college entrance examination year. Only he knew that the reason why he squatted repeatedly watching the sunrise on the same snowy mountain top was because of the girl in the class next to him in high school who always lay in the corridor and flipped through postcard albums.
He had been curious for many years: had she really walked into those scenery? Have you ever seen a world wider than a piece of paper?
A postcard spanning thousands of miles, a rush ten years late. She followed the snow-capped mountains and he waited at the snow-capped mountains. They had been looking at each other in the same scenery for ten years before they met, and she didn't know yet that this casual trip was a long-planned reunion from the beginning.
Intention: The mountains are high and the rivers are far away, I will write poems for you