Gesang Flowers Will Not Stay

In June of that year, Abba Tsomu brought back a lost tourist from the grassland. He said his name was Chen Yuanyi, far away, the only one. He lived in her family's tent for ninety days. I learned how to make fire, milk cows, and know the way, but I didn't learn how to say "like" in Tibetan. At the August Jockey Club, he found her riding a horse among thousands of people. When the first snow fell on Nyenchen Tanglha Mountain in September, he bought three tickets and canceled them three times. The fourth one was a one-way ticket. Later she got married and he returned to the city. Nothing was missed because they never started. When the Gesang flowers were blooming, someone passed by and looked at them for a long time. He will not stay for flowers, and flowers will not stay for anyone.