"Letter from the Snow Mountain" - the cold Tibetan man × the straight-ball Jiangnan girl
"Every letter he wrote, he never sent.
And every response she waited for was deafening. "
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In order to fulfill her mother's wish, Fu Xu, a girl from Jiangnan, went to Tibet to bless a family thangka. In a temple in Lhasa, she met Naxi, a silent and stern young innkeeper, a Tibetan man who wore a silver bell on his wrist and a knife on his waist, but would secretly repair her paintings late at night.
She is passionate and straightforward, like the unexpected plum rain in the south of the Yangtze River, which moistens the permafrost of the plateau that has been frozen for many years;
He was restrained and forbearing, like the ice in a snow-capped mountain that never melts all year round, but underneath there is scalding lava.
From the encounter on Barkhor Street to the confrontation by the ice lake, from the heartbeat of the lie detector to the oaths made under the prayer flags, the two were repeatedly pulled between faith and prejudice, freedom and possession.
When they met for the first time, he held her hand, clicked the blood-red eyes of Tara on the thangka, and said, "Bodhisattva remembers you."
And she only replied: "Are all the men in your hiding place so self-righteous?"
He was as difficult to approach as a snow-capped mountain, yet she insisted on climbing it.
Fu Xu is passionate and straightforward, while Na Xi is restrained and restrained. She taught him Chinese, and he took her riding horses; she gave him silk threads from the south of the Yangtze River, and he gave him turquoise from Tibet in return. But every time she tried to get closer, he would take a step back, as if love was some kind of belief that required keeping a distance.
Until one day, Awen found a stack of unsent letters in Naxi's room——
The beginning of each letter was "Fu Xu", but the end was changed to "Forget it".
"Why don't you send it?" She asked.
"Because the eagle in the snow-capped mountains cannot fly south of the Yangtze River." He replied.
When Fu Xu finally chose to leave Tibet and return to his misty and rainy hometown, Naxi dug a hole in the ice lake and threw in a turquoise stone with the words "cannot keep it" engraved on it.
But three months later, she received a letter from Lhasa.
The letter contained only a piece of dried Gesang flower and a line of crooked Chinese characters:
"Can catkins from the south of the Yangtze River float to the snow-capped mountains?"
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This is a love about silence and waiting.
This is the story of the wind chimes in Tibet and the echoes from the south of the Yangtze River finally meeting in the valley.
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Intention: "He thought love was a silent snow-capped mountain, but she was waiting for the deafening echo."