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At that moment, you suddenly realize that you have the whole world in your arms. You once thought that the spring had gone far away from you, but separated by the increasingly thick fog that could never dissipate, you stared melancholy at the temptation of unreal spring and endured the coldness of your soul. You once thought that love was far away from you, separated by the heavy psychological barrier that grew up unconsciously, you sadly recovered the long, pale cable of love, and used it to ruthlessly strangle the restlessness of your own love that refused to be quiet. But you suddenly hugged me and hugged me. First carefully, gently, then tightly, and then never wanting to let go of his arms. You are afraid that the spring light will slip away and love will float away.

Just like the migratory birds that fly to the Bird Island at the right time, like the water of Qinghai Lake that inevitably changes between tranquility and mania, an ethereal charm is condensed and sublimated in people's understanding and expectations, and becomes a concrete crystallization. It is an image monument, a magnificent sculpture located in the courtyard of Qinghai Lake Zhangfang Hotel: Buddha's Hand. Made of stainless steel, the Buddha's hand holds a gold pestle with his palm facing east, standing proudly on a marble base decorated with lotus petals. The shape of the Buddha's hand is elegant and elegant, symbolizing strength and beauty. The silver hands, the golden pestle, the colorful auspicious lotus petals, and the dignified iron-gray marble all shone in the sun, catching the whistling sound of the passing wind. The eight-sided base is inlaid with eight relief works, including Lotus and Peanut Conquering the Sea Demon, Princess Wencheng Entering Tibet, and the Six-Character Mantra.

I have been climbing for several years, and every time I hear about others climbing on the Double Ninth Festival, having a great time, gaining something, and venting their feelings, I can't help but feel a little regretful. If others can play, why can't you play? I have no intention of venting my grievances, and I have no intention of placing my longing on it. It's okay to imitate others and climb to the heights, and find some fun in life through wild fires, wine and songs! The idea is finalized, just waiting for next year. Unexpectedly, by the second year, my mind, tired of making ends meet, had already completely forgotten about climbing the mountain on the Double Ninth Festival. When I saw people coming back from climbing high, I suddenly realized that it was too late. Year after year, regret after regret, climbing high is always a fantasy. Maybe it was to make up for this shortcoming in my heart, or to calm down the little restlessness in my heart again. On the morning of September 9th in the lunar calendar this year, I braved the heavy chill of late autumn and walked through fallen leaves to the foot of Beishan Mountain. The northern mountain is not high and there are no immortals.