| Tian |
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Before 1, there were vast mountains.
At the moment, I am walking along the fallen leaves, and autumn colors surround me.
The mountain is always open to every climber.
I walk in the mountains of Tibet, I sing among the tribes in the mountains, and I am the embodiment of the wind; I am rowing in the blue water. I am a tinkling string. Every mountain has countless expressions, either charming or solemn, its stubbornness, its noble head; Every drop of water has countless flows, and its sound is like a dream, tempting me to salvage the past of the river of years.
2
The mountains are arm in arm, snuggling and stretching, and there are always several snow peaks towering into the sky. From a distance, there are often countless rich sentences overflowing from the bottom of my heart, or countless feelings pouring in.
Snow covers up the horror on the water, and water hits thousands of flying snow.
Mountains are the cornerstone of lasting power. Mountain is the cradle of a national character.
Despite the ice and snow, there is a fire burning in the climber's heart, which represents the tenacious beauty of life. All climbers are by no means forgetful. He boarded the ship of fate, with no room for mistakes at his feet and full of faith in his chest. They hit the stars, they overcame the storm, they are falcons lurking in the clouds.
Looking at the mountains, I got off my horse and tried to climb a rock.
Climb a mountain, only to find that it is still the same hillside, but it is no longer steep; It's still that mountain, but it's not as ferocious as before. Because, my feet have set foot on the top of the mountain, and countless weather is winding under my feet. Challenge success, stand on this spiritual land and overlook the mountains and rivers from another angle.
The mountain at the moment shows the vastness of Yuyu in my eyes. It was crushed by the storm in Wan Li. It is the combination of force and force, the interlacing of light and the fusion of masculinity and femininity.
four
Maybe you have the same experience, continuing on the road, overcoming countless difficulties and hardships on the road, measuring mountains with your body and marching on dying steep rocks, which is invincible and awe-inspiring. Reaching the top of the mountain, the climber's face is covered with snow stains, which are passion and dreams, and the pouring of sunshine and mountain wind.
Rock climbing, in pursuit of magnificent spirit, has compromise and commitment, which is the only way to pursue infinite scenery in dangerous peaks. In Dashan's home, people who are obsessed with rock climbing make their souls stir. Is it because of their personality, or because of their youthful spirit and vigorous times?
Mountaineering is an arrogant declaration of action of outstanding people.
I'm thinking that every day of our lives is not climbing.
About the author:
Tian is a member of Tibetan Writers Association. His works are scattered in Tibet Daily, Tibetan Literature and China Poetry Network.