Shubu's school is about 180 kilometers away from the cooperative city.
The car sped through the undulating mountain rooms, and the white clouds behind the mountains soaked in the sun, falling asleep in the clear blue sky. After turning a few times at the foot of the mountain, I didn't see it move.
The autumn snow for several consecutive days did not completely fade the color of the grassland. Deep and light green, deep and light yellow, irregularly smeared on the vast land. A row of unfinished high-speed bridges flashed in front of me, only the piers. Like a string of throbbing trebles, constantly moving forward. Perhaps it will not be long before there will be long or short means of transportation, coming and going, bringing back the different faces of young and old, bringing back the beauty of the grassland and the blessings of the Zang family. In this western land, the grasslands and snow-capped mountains seem to have magical purifying powers, easily smoothing out many tight frowns. Here, tranquility and peace are the greatest vitality.
Restless birds, flying and stopping on the grass. A pleasant chirp, carefully transmitted into the ear. The air seemed to be thrown into the surface of the water with stones, and he smiled faintly. These beautiful elves, seemingly unaware of tiredness, are always spreading the power of vocal music. The majestic black yak swung slowly across the road, dismissing the loud warning horns that whistled around them. In their eyes, only the majestic snow-capped mountains and the endless years deserve reverence and piety. The sheep don't know where to run, maybe they are angry with white clouds, today's clouds, how can they be whiter than it!
The road is constantly extending, and the mood is constantly purifying.
Fast, fast. The blue signs that keep appear silently indicate the shortening of the distance. Lanterns on both sides of the road hold up white spike-shaped bouquets of flowers, looking intently at the people passing by, quietly revealing the twilight of the small town. The short journey is coming to an end, the returning, the distant, the children's look back, the parents' concerns, just in this large and small journey, constantly rubbing, constantly condensing, and finally, condensed into a lump of cutting, rational and chaotic deep - nostalgia.
