I asked you the way once in my life, and you waved to me once in my life!

It is a sentence from six dreams in Jing M.Guo's The Edge of Love and Pain, which belongs to the second part. The following is an excerpt from the next paragraph ... It was really written by Zhu Zheqin, so it can be said that the country of polished rice is probably quoted from the song upstairs. In the penultimate line, many people know Zhu Zheqin, but not many people like her. Because her personality in music is too strong. Some people will like something with personality, but not many people will. This is a great sorrow passed down by human society since ancient times. So that "personality" is used as a subtle word that a seemingly hypocrite praises you but actually belittles you. So when you hear someone say that you have a "personality", you should examine yourself: Is it too sharp?

I use "Tibetan women" to define Zhu Zheqin. Originally, I wanted to use "Yang Jinma (the goddess of Tibetan music and poetry)", but after all, it is a person, not a god. I was fascinated by the Tibetan complex in Zhu Zheqin's music. Some people say that the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is the cradle of human childhood. Because of the arrival of the ice age, humans moved to lower places, and Tibetans refused to leave the plateau. They showed the last persistence of mankind. I pay tribute to this persistence.

That year/kowtowing on the mountain road/not seeing/just to stick to your warmth/that life/turning mountains into water into stupas/not to repair the afterlife/just to meet you on the road.

Often moved by this kind of manifesto-style naked sincerity, I feel sad for the young people now. They changed their names and fell in love online, and their sincerity was nowhere to be found. The writer said: there is no sincere love, just pornography.

When I came into contact with Zhu Zheqin, I was in the second grade of junior high school. People around me were led by business fashion, and I was left alone in the atmosphere of Tibet. I laugh at all people who don't like Zhu Zheqin, just as they laugh at me. They told me that Zhu Zheqin was not beautiful, not famous and not worthy of clothes. I think they are too superficial. I said, I just like it. They have no words, and those delicate eyes tell me that they think I am an unreasonable monster. Monsters are monsters, and beautiful women will fall in love with beasts. I comforted myself: in fact, you are an enchanted prince.

I lobbied people everywhere to go to Tibet in the summer vacation of the second grade. Of course, the result ended in failure, which made others more convinced that there was something wrong with my nerves.

That summer vacation, I stayed at home and thought about Tibet over and over again. The intoxicating highland barley wine is warm, the shiny butter lamp is smooth, the holy bodhisattva is pious, and the blooming Gesanghua is flying Hada. We can only use

I have asked you the way once in my life/have you waved to me once in my life?

At the end of the summer vacation, I went to register with an empty bag on my back. I walked on the steaming concrete road at will, listening to "Lhasa Ballad". The 48-story radio and television building has just been completed, and the bus fare has risen to three yuan. The girls I met were good-looking, and the flies flying around the watermelon were very shallow. The whole society has become like quicksand, but I still stubbornly and almost morbidly love Tibet and that Tibetan woman.