In September, I suddenly realized that I had been back from Lhasa for a month. I looked at the photos of me in Lhasa, and they seemed to be telling a beautiful story. Maybe I just woke up from that story. I am also a believer in that city. I believe in the Buddha in my heart and pursue the dreams in my heart. In this way, step by step, I reach the holy city in my heart.
During my trip to Lhasa, what I remember most is the time I went to Najin Mountain. I stood on the mountain and watched with my own eyes the Tibetan compatriots holding up prayer flags in their hands to reach the top of the mountain more than 3,000 meters above sea level. Blowing it once will bring them happiness and peace. Therefore, no matter how difficult the road is, they are willing to climb for the faith in their hearts and let the prayer flags in their hands fly throughout the plateau...