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The two names, in the vast galaxy of the Internet, saw each other because of the light of a sentence - "Use the money to buy a car and a house to travel around the world." He was Jing, who was drawing the outline of the road to Tibet in his heart; she was Jing, who had not really tamed a bicycle at that time. "It doesn't matter," his message came, "If you don't know, just learn." This was the beginning, like a seed blown by the wind by chance, falling into a piece of soil that had never been imagined. A few months later, when he returned from the plateau, she could already draw straight lines unsteadily. They met in Harbin and decided to start from Mohe, the northernmost part of China, and ride along the silent river along the national border towards Fuyuan, the place where the sun rises earliest. This first 1,900 kilometers was originally a naive and enthusiastic rush, but I never thought that in the endless circular motion of the wheels, it would stretch into a life cycle spanning three years and more than 30,000 kilometers long. During these years soaked in sweat, dust and starlight, they were injured, set up stalls on the roadside, and learned to be purchasing agents to save money; they also had tools, food and precious cameras stolen. Like two elves who strayed into the world, they traveled across the vast land as lightly and silently as possible. Now, let me tell you the light and film clips of this long journey here.