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My daughter, the government has begun to provide porridge, and several private restaurants and hot pot restaurants have also begun to distribute free disaster relief porridge. We can survive this. Daughter, the mobile phone station has started to be wired, and your voice will be heard soon. Our house only has a few cracks, and it can still be lived in after repairs. Daughter, your mother and I will never get divorced again. The three of us will live well. I promise you that we will be with your mother every day in the future and live happily for the rest of our lives. Can you forgive your father for his past mistakes? ... Ding Xiang held the phone in her hand, gradually warming it up. Ding Xiang knew that the phone already had human body temperature.

The grassland used to be a poor area with a harsh ecological environment, prominent desertification, and a per capita income of only 73 yuan. However, after more than thirty years of construction, the culture, economy, environment and other aspects here have made rapid changes and made outstanding progress. Today's grassland has grown into a paradise with beautiful environment, abundant life and developed energy industry.

As soon as Li Xiaojun came back from school, he went to his neighbor's house to help. They say they are helping, but they are actually making money. The neighbor built a two-story brick house. The adults laid the bricks, carried cement, and carried the cement slabs. The children carried the bricks from the first floor to the second floor. Each brick was paid one penny. Li Xiaojun stacked three bricks together, bent down and hugged them. Without picking them up, he took off one brick, picked up two bricks and walked upstairs. There are already several friends upstairs. They only focused on working and did not care about playing, which was not the same as usual. Seeing Li Xiaojun coming up from the temporary wooden stairs, Huzi said: Hi, Xiaojun, look, why are there so many words on the place where your father sleeps? Xiaojun hadn't put the two red bricks in his arms yet. He raised his neck to look, and sure enough he saw them. He was a little surprised that such big words were still written on the sign. The sign was square and square, with red letters on a white background.

"Towards Everest" has more than 200,000 words. The novel is set before and after the opening of the Qinghai-Tibet Railway. It not only depicts the close friendship and love between people during the journey, but also more private emotional and spiritual stories. It also writes about the vitality that the Qinghai-Tibet Railway has brought to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, and the changes and impact that modern civilization has brought to the original people and fragile hearts. With the unique delicacy of women and the spirit of writing, the author outlines a majestic picture of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, as well as the elegance of the south of the Yangtze River, the beauty of the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, the steepness of the Qilian Mountains, the desolation of the Qaidam Basin, the holiness of Lhasa, and the sanctity, dignity and danger of Mount Everest. This is a novel that writes about the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau from the perspective of a traveler. The whole novel is thrilling and full of twists and turns. It is "China's first full-length novel that comprehensively writes about the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau from emotions, travel, Sino-Tibetan friendship and dignity."

In the past eight years, I have traveled to Tibet five times and arrived in Ali three times, recording the unique panorama of Ali people's lives, their life and death, destiny, love, faith, hidden wounds, regrets and disasters. So I understand better why Tibetans take rebirth and neglect death. Many people left their lives there forever. You know, some of these children were less than twenty years old... In order to improve the Ali sheep breed, how did the old Tibetan man named Wang Huisheng transport five lively Shandong Southwest small-tailed Han sheep from Beijing to Shiquanhe Town, thousands of miles away? Is that letter that traveled on the postal route for one year and seven days like a human being who has climbed over the snow-capped mountains and the Bingda Ban? Will the female soldier, who has a closet full of dresses and has never worn a dress once during her eight years in Ali, try on that purple dress in front of the mirror again? Has the nineteen-year-old soldier been demobilized? He once said to me, thank you aunt, you are the second stranger I have seen in half a year, and the first woman I have seen in the two years since I was a soldier.

The sun is so good today. The warm sunshine shines on the entire land of northern Tibet. The Kunlun Mountains in the distance are rolling up and down, and the snow peaks are also rolling up and down. They are like humps, one peak after another, stretching to the end of the sky. Li Disan walked out of the den, stepped on the hard gravel ground, and walked farther away. He didn't feel the severe pain in his calf until he shook his body and stood firm. Looking far into the distance, there is still no sign of Bali Xiangzi. It has been eight days. Why hasn't Bali Xiangzi come back yet? The hunting group spent more and more time hunting. Once, Bali Xiangzi and several soldiers went out for fifteen days. On that occasion, they shot five bison, three wild donkeys and more than ten yellow sheep. The horses and camels carrying the prey were so tired that they were breathing heavily. When they arrived at the camp, a soldier fell heavily from a camel's hump and lay in a den for two days before regaining consciousness.

I am leaving, heading to Chengdu, and then trying to find a way to take the Sichuan-Tibet Line to Lhasa; I went to Tibet three years ago, in late August and early September, taking the Qinghai-Tibet Line, taking a train from Xi'an to Golmud, and then taking a bus to Lhasa; I also stayed one night by the Tuotuo River at the source of the Yangtze River; at that time, the Qinghai-Tibet Railway was under construction, and railway construction machines and machines could be seen everywhere. Worker: In my mind, I always wanted to go to Tibet before the Qinghai-Tibet Railway was completed, and visit the original Barkhor Street in a primitive way; when I was a teenager, I knew about Tibet, and I fantasized about when I could experience Tibet in person; when I came up with this idea, it should be when the sun sets in the west and the sky is full of colorful clouds, perhaps among the clear bean sprouts and sweet potato seedlings.