After Three Lives, I Heard Secretly

Huge vultures pounced on the rotting yak carcasses, and the dying sun slowly sank into the distance. The skyline separated the twisted shadows of low shrubs from the dark blue sky. Light, darkness, and death composed the elegy of life, and the majestic snow-capped mountains covered with black gauze-like mist danced with the elegy in my eyes along with the raging rivers. Tibet is an extremely poor place compared to the mainland. Since its peaceful liberation in 1951, it has attracted countless people. After the renovation of National Highway 318, Tibet, like other scenic spots, has become a holy place for people to travel and relax. And we were on this revolutionary road before all tourists. I am an automobile soldier on the Sichuan-Tibet Line. My name is Chen Zongxian. I was discharged from the army in December 2017. I once had an incredible experience in that land full of dangers. Psychology experts told me that the experience was a hallucination caused by hypoxia at the plateau, but the scars left on my back by those things told me that they were by no means false.