"Fungal Lega (place name)" is a place where the yaks have run since childhood, and the wind gently rubs the cattle hair, gently teasing each other. I vaguely remember that

"Fungal Lega (place name)" is a place where the yaks have run since childhood, and the wind gently rubs the cattle hair, gently teasing each other. I vaguely remember the old man who sat at the mouth of the Shuizi tree every day, picking up lamps and adding oil to the dilapidated tile house on time every day. I remember one holiday in 2018, I rode a motorcycle to the ranch to deliver grain, and I went back and forth several times, and saw the old man sitting silently on the pile of stones for more than ten days, asking the reason, but just to lower his flock; It was as if his world had long gone to the pile of rubble and the silence that had long been picky, leaving only a line of lost footprints on his back, and on the face of the years, there was an extra beard tied into life, rusty, and the stone could not bear the desolation of season after season, and finally, the squirming lips closed his eyes, and with the burning fire, he slept in the desolate fungus lega.