Talking about Tibet, there are always some lingering symbols, such as Tibetan Buddhism and pure land.

In fact, Tibet without these keywords is equally fascinating.

No religion, no tourists rubbing shoulders.

The qinghai-tibet plateau is covered with mountains and rivers. Colorful lakes and accessible skies are also haunting.

No matter how many people climb to the top, no matter how many religions bless the faith, the mountain is still the mountain, the lake is still the lake.

Perhaps our awe of Tibet comes from the awe of “not being able to speak loudly for fear of surprising people in heaven”; It is man’s purest reverence for nature.

So what would it be like to take away Kangrinboqe, the sacred mountain that is blessed by faith, and the magamanon, the sacred lake that is embellished by stories?

Kangrinboqe probably has all the nice words for mountains and hills, and has been blessed by four religions for thousands of years.

The mountain is not high, there is a spirit. Perhaps no mountain is more eery than Kangrinboqe.

For me, most “life series” basically means that if I go there, I can’t go back in my life, like Kangrinboqe.

At the airless foot of Kangrinboqe, I lit a cigarette from hangzhou, flicked the ash from my hand and felt a jolt of dizziness from lack of oxygen hit my head.

Your well-groomed circle of friends probably won’t tell you not to do oxygen-intensive exercise, such as smoking, in Tibet.

There is: as long as you have money, you can rent a horse at the foot of the mountain, and then let it carry you around the mountain. You don’t even have to worry about being half-hearted.

The Tibetan with the horse at the foot of the mountain will tell you in a slightly less standard mandarin that the Buddha will bless you as long as you come to the mountain, no matter how you finish it.

It even made me wonder if these horses, who go round the mountains every two days, should have accumulated a great deal of merit.

The horses’ main customers, of course, are not physically Tibetan folk but indians who also admire Kangrinboqe.

Looking at these huge Indian men, I feel a little sorry for their horses.

Immaculately sacred mountain, rich curry flavor of indians. That’s probably my first impression of Kangrinboqe.

I thought I was looking forward to seeing my fellow villagers kowtow, but this kind of hard core way of mountain rotation is still rare.

On the road saw the most Tibetan villagers, as if it is in their own home garden leisurely stroll. Turning back is a passing car to catch up with the horse carrying an Indian villager.

The turning point and the ending point are taqin.

Then walk four kilometers from taqin to the buddhist altar, and about 22 miles from there to the jezepul temple on the north wall of Kangrinboqe.

Along the way you will pass the desolate gobi desert, snow-white ice fields, and scattered grasslands.

Kangrinboqe’s trek, unsupported by faith, may be tough and the scenery pale.

Fortunately, on the way you turn the mountain, whether it is clockwise Tibetan Buddhism fellow villagers, or counterclockwise oncoming fellow villagers, will shout to you a tashi dele

The people who make the rounds in Kangrinboqe are probably the best views here.

Those who wander the hills with Mr Kangrinboqe are unlikely to see each other for the rest of their lives.

I’ll never know if they’ve crossed the mountains and gained energy from their religious blessings, but I’ve come back to earth in my own way after my turn.

Walking around mountains is like smoking, and I try my best to find meaning in both.

And their greatest meaning is meaninglessness.

But I will always remember the people of all shapes and sizes at the foot of the mountain, in awe of god and nature.

And the sacred mountain, always overcast in the evening, embraced these awe with its tolerance.

If Kangrinboqe stands for mystery, then the holy lake magaryong and ghost lake laonco in the same area as Kangrinboqe are definitely worthy of the titles of sacred lake and ghost lake.

Two lakes, one saltwater and one fresh.

The magar sark inhabits the seasonal waterfowl.

Blue water, yaks, Tibetan mastiffs and water birds, fresh grass.

Prayer flags used by Tibetan villagers to pray for blessings spread throughout the lake, and the breeze is warm.

And the neighboring laoncou is a solemn killing, the huge lake did not see a person or livestock, the dark green lake waves. And the distant munani snow mountains in response to each other.

‘keep out strangers! These four seem to be engraved on the surface of the lake of laonchon.

During the day the wind howled in la onco, stopping at the lakeside, and hiking one kilometer next door, the wind from ghost lake made it difficult for us to walk.

The fantasy story that haunts the ghost lake laongo lingers in awe.

And these two very different views are separated only by a short hill. This language can not describe the shock, is about to borrow some fairy tales to express very few.

For me, the lifetime series basically means that if I’ve been there, they can’t go back.

Because one visit to these places is enough to create flowers in your memory.

When people talk to me about Tibet, about ali.

I will probably tell you that Kangrinboqe without religious blessings is mysterious, and mansarovar without story embellishing is fascinating.

This is the main reason why this land attracts so many pilgrims.

The streets of Lhasa were blurred by monks holding buddhist beads and turning prayer wheels. My last memory of jokhang temple, which was suffused with Tibetan incense, was of warm sunshine.