Road novel, two male protagonists, 318 Sichuan-Tibet line, Tibetan humanities, spiritual journey
Lu Yuan drove the top-equipped big G, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and ran towards the Potala Palace.
The roar of the engine is his clarion call to freedom, and checking in with friends is his only goal.
Zhou Xing drove an old land patrol, stopping and stopping to measure the mountains and rivers.
The warmth of a bowl of butter tea and the look of a bow are all the "understanding" he seeks.
At the mountain pass, the wind and snow howled, and the prayer flags screamed.
The broken down luxury car extinguished Lu Yuan's engine freedom.
Forced to catch up with Lao Luxun, he embarked on a completely different 318.
From the saltiness of the salt well to the coldness of Ranwu Lake, from the wildness of the Xianzi dance to the prostrateness of the pilgrims.
What the wheels run over is no longer the mileage, but the invisible pass in the heart.
"Wheels can take you anywhere except freedom."
When the golden dome of the Potala Palace finally pierced the sky,
Lu Yuan understood that the real arrival started from the moment he put down the accelerator.
(Non-check-in travel + no sensationalism + real Tibetan scenery, if you don't like it, don't enter)
Purpose: Explore freedom and meaning