Tibet seems to me to have never been inaccessible, even if a person has traveled most of China, and has thought about Tibet countless times in his mind, but no one has the courage to step there after all, probably because of the climate, maybe because of the altitude, or I have read a lot of works about there. The mysterious, holy filters that come, always afraid that their messy state of mind will tarnish the clean, faith-filled land in their hearts. But after all, the enemy can not yearn, the yearning for the snow-capped mountains, the yearning for countless clean alpine lakes, the yearning for countless free creatures that perched on that land, chose a mid-October that is not the peak season, and set foot in that wilderness. The altitude is rising, 3000 4000 5000, but fortunately, the high reaction seems to forgive me, my body is all normal, there is no discomfort, I will do this as this land to my greatest welcome and acceptance. The Potala Palace under the sun, the white wall refracts the golden light of the sun, spills on every believer around, and the air is burning incense, which is indeed a place of faith. At the Kawula Pass, with the wind at 5,245 meters above sea level, I hung up the scriptures that wrote my good wishes. Even if there is no faith, it is inevitable that people will revere their hearts and desire some simple and simple wishes. The glacier of Kajola, which will fade away, is glad I remembered what it looked like.