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Three years, 30,000 miles, written into a book

Three years, 30,000 miles, written into a book

Three years, 30,000 miles, written into a book

"Life is for one thing."

Go into the mountains and return to the city. Go into the mountains and return to the city. For more than three years, he has gone deep into the Hengduan Mountain Range again and again, and returned again and again, and the days have passed quietly between this swing. Looking back at the trajectory traveled on the satellite map, it connects time, memory, scenery, stars, snow, and mountains like blood vessels. They form the vein of my spiritual life in recent years—

Vein: Read 10,000 books;

Artery: Thousands of miles.

In this way, I am closer to becoming a living person.

- The Year of the Seven Pansies

1

Is a writer just sitting at home?

Nanachi, a writer who became famous at a young age in the eyes of the public.

At the age of 16, he was nominated for the "New Concept Essay Contest" for the article "The Bed is the Grave of Youth", which was submitted by his classmates, and began to write. At the age of 17, he began contributing to "The Smallest Story", and at the age of 20, he published his first novel "The Lamp of the Earth", which sold millions of copies.

Each of her free, pure, lonely but full characters projects the delicacy and sensitivity of many people growing up. The Year of the Seven Pansies has become a name that is difficult to ignore in the memories of many post-90s youth.

Behind the dazzling identity of the writer, she, like readers who like herself, is an ordinary person who has to face life, face troubles, and face torture at all stages of life.

"I like to take detours, but I like to take small paths." Nanagi likes to introduce herself like that.

She once left the familiar track and went to Hong Kong to read the news. After graduation, he tried to be an ordinary office worker, become a "little Zhao" in the system, and live a 9-to-5 life. She described those days: stuck in the rush hour, breathing exhaust fumes, and even dreaming too tired to do.

Later, he resigned and became a freelancer, but his life seemed free but he was not comfortable, and he had to face the burden of life reality and take full responsibility for himself.

"What kind of life do you want? How to live? "It is a proposition that straddles her and society, and it is also a big question in life that each of us faces every day.

During the pandemic, the world was pressed the pause button.

A person crouches on the balcony nibbling on an apple, staring at the washing machine spinning, and the time spent in his trance is getting longer and longer, and the closest companion may just be his own mobile phone.

Writers really become "sitting home".

Sitting at the desk wiping the dust from the keyboard, biting his nails, procrastinating to open the word, a torture is going on in his heart: Is there so much freedom, so much time, such a young and healthy body, and not creating something, still human?

The world and life are full of uncertainty. The dream of a long-time explorer became the only certainty at this time in Nanachi, and she wanted to become a "wild animal in human skin" and hide in the mountains.

Longing to see green, to turn back into animals, to go home and see the mountains and their families – the woods, the streams, the mist, the birdsong.

To set off is also to find answers.

In the past three years, she has entered the mountains again and again, approached the explorer's dream again and again, wrote again and again, and found the determination to cross paths with the past and the future.

Three years, 30,000 miles, written into a book

The seven pansies are in the Hengduan Mountains

In the mountain, out of the mountain, into the mountain. experienced high reaction, vomiting, traffic jams, breaking down, getting lost, finding the way - but the road was broken, there was no bridge; Or there is a bridge - but, a one-wood bridge. The canoe bridge crossed - but... Let's go back the same way.

The trajectory of 30,000 miles on the map also portrays the context of her spiritual life in recent years.

After three years of writing and writing, she had this work that was closest to her dream - "Crossing the Waves".

Three years, 30,000 miles, written into a book

2

In the Hengduan Mountains

Time is measured in tens of millions of years

Each writer must find his own "place", which is Hemingway's Key West, Thoreau's Walden, Hoshino's Siberia, Alai's Tibet, Li Juan's Altay.

Qi Pansy chose the "Hengduan Mountains", a vast area on the western edge of her hometown of Sichuan.

The Han people from the Central Plains regard east-west mountains as normal, and north-south mountains become "horizontal sections".

At the junction of three provinces, 28 ethnic minorities have lived together for generations, the population density is extremely low, spanning ten latitudes and longitudes and seven kilometers above sea level, the Hengduan Mountain Range is known as China's most mysterious geological belt, a suspended world.

It is rich in biodiversity, and landscape changes from tropical to boreal temperate can be seen in the same area at longitudinal scales... Miasmatic lands, enchanting wilderness, human timescales seem worthless in such nature.

Three years, 30,000 miles, written into a book

The Guardian Peak of Sapu Mountain

200 million years ago, Hengduan Mountain and the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau were still a vast ocean. Due to the collision and extrusion of the Indian Ocean plate and the Eurasian plate, the world's highest peak, Everest, and also caused a 90-degree rotation distortion of the terrain on the eastern side, the Hengduan Mountain Range was born.

The mysterious temperament of "Hengduan" attracts countless hearts that yearn for freedom and experience limits. From the earliest missionaries to Western explorers to subsequent climbers, from the ancient Tea Horse Road to the national highway 318, which must be driven in this life, this place leads to the most precious values of the human world - freedom and bravery.

Three years, 30,000 miles, written into a book

Nama peak on the way down

In the past three years, Qi Pansy Nian has traveled to this world again and again, looking for the epiphany of the moment "the heart is like the Song Ming landscape" in the huge mountain and water system.

Three years, 30,000 miles, written into a book
Three years, 30,000 miles, written into a book
Three years, 30,000 miles, written into a book

Scenery on the way

Source: "Crossing the Waves", photographed by artist Chen Xiaoyi

She walked the path of her predecessors - the Naxi Kingdom of Locke, the Gongga Mountain of Arnold Heim, met the yaks, porters and Yi leaders written by Peter Gu, looked for the trajectory of time, and also walked her own way.

Look for orchids in the primeval forest of Wang Lang, feel the disappearance of glaciers in Laigu Glacier, and encounter another life and death in the Dam Temple.

She constructed the "Hengduan Mountain Universe" in the style of the seven pansies.

Three years, 30,000 miles, written into a book

The road map for the seven pansy years

Along the way, she meets Sisyphean sutra runners, rangers who entrust their lives to the mountains, Buddhist students in the Katua Monastery who "don't know one question and three things"...

Living in the world outside the mountain, life seems to have to follow the established track, going to school, working, getting married, having children, like a neatly arranged canal, and in the mountain, she feels that the possibility of life is obviously an ocean.

It is a journey of possibility, a sense of eternity, desolation and silence in the mountains.

Sitting in the place where the ancestors lived, blowing the wind, looking at the lake, the time is measured in tens of millions of years. That mountain will not be different for you. Only you, because of it, have become a different person.

Only when one feels the possibility can one start anew.

Three years, 30,000 miles, written into a book

《Traversing Way》桉页

3

If there is another version of life,

What do you want to be?

"What are you going to do next?"

"What to do?" Hakuba Dorjee said confused.

"Where are you going after graduation?"

"I don't know."

"Will you go to other temples, or will you stay and study?"

"I don't know."

"Will you go to India or something?"

"I don't know."

"There are many monks who will go to India or something to continue their studies, don't you want to go?"

"I don't know."

……

At Katuo Monastery, a conversation with the monk White Horse Dorji gave the seven pansy years a moment of enlightenment:

Through the small light blue window frame, you can only see the snowy mountains and the moonlight... People just need to know what they are going to do at this moment.

Three years, 30,000 miles, written into a book

Overlooking the Katuo Monastery in the distance

Looking at the media reports in the past two years, the anxiety that overflowed the screen has spread from middle-aged people holding trees to young people in Shangxiang.

"Young man who can't move, start hiking in the mountains"

"Resigned and fled to the forest for a year, has my anxiety disappeared?"

"Young people who can't get ashore are addicted to incense"

……

The City Walk, which goes into the mountains and disconnects the Internet, lies flat on the Buddhist lineage, and comes to a walk-and-go has almost become a slogan in daily life, but what are we fleeing and what are we trying to find?

Growing up and becoming a qualified social person also seems to mean that the course is fixed and the value is magnetized. Continuous anxiety, long tiredness, life seems to be trapped in the three-point line, like a "little Zhao" who entered the system.

In the city, time seems to be glued together - waking up is not completely awakening, and sleeping is not completely sleeping.

It seems that only when I go to the wild and enter the mountain does I feel like a changed person.

Every day and every place in the four seasons in the mountains is different. When you think about it, you are also satisfied with your day-to-day life. From now on, you will be indifferent to time, to impermanence, to all human nature.

Some people describe reading a travel literature as walking through similar roads together, seeing the same scenery, and encountering countless moments of déjà vu. The ancients used "smoky couples" to describe this common feeling -

When we have witnessed that mountain, that sea, that moment, in the future, whenever we talk about a certain place, we will know it.

Three years, 30,000 miles, written into a book

"Cross-Cut Waves" real shooting

The Year of the Seven Pansies evokes our departure, our hope, with her departure. Ask for directions, ask for snow, ask about a thousand mountains, she uses her question to stir up our question.

In "Across the Waves", the shepherd who faces a zinc-white silence, Kafka on the plateau - the question of how to live does not exist for him, he is like a gifted player, born to be.

"There is a great and free love between him and sheep, dogs, cows, seas, and fine snow. Calmly respond to rolling thunder, heavy rain, wind and snow; Take the lost lamb in stride. Try to find it, but if it is really lost, he also takes it in stride. He guards the ancient sea, white sesame snow, and talks to the flock, or not at all. ”

Hard and rigid daily life, it turns out, there is another possibility?

Three years, 30,000 miles, written into a book

"We travel to understand our own geography."

In three years, the writer Qi Pansy spent 30,000 li crossing the Hengduan Mountain Range, from the east of Yuping in West China to the west of the Hengduan Mountain Range, going deep into China's longest and most mysterious north-south mountain system, touching the faults of geology, scenery, culture and concepts, and exploring the essence of life and destiny.

Climbing Gonggar in the fog, participating in field patrols in Min Mountain, camping in Wang Lang's rainy nights, she was so close to an explorer's dream for the first time. I saw the shepherds in the fine snow, the Tibetan antelope jumping freely in the vast wasteland, I saw the sky high and the earth thick, and I saw nothing. She shuttles between mysterious races, eternal beliefs and ancient life, encounters the diversity of species and destinies, and writes about her inner landscape.

Scenery and life. Walking in the mountains, you are looking for another version of how to live. Mountain after mountain, that is, cross yourself again and again. The plates are squeezed, the years are raised, and the folds are the reciprocating circles of life.

Mao Dun Literature Award writer Ah Lai sincerely recommends: "She jumped into Hengduan Mountain with a strong posture, bringing out more possibilities about life, practice and writing. ”