Old Things in the Old City

I still remember that I was 28 years old, old enough to bear all the burdens. I was alone, carrying a big travel bag filled with money, food and tools for climbing snow-capped mountains. I paid for an experienced local guide from Medog, who took me to the mountainside, and I climbed the rest of the way by myself. I found Zong Qian on the top of the snow mountain. He lay in the snow, quietly and silently.