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The past is the years, with more and more wrinkles. What remains unchanged is the Potala Palace, the blue sky in Lhasa, the white and transparent clouds hanging in the blue sky, and the bare, gully-criss-crossed, slightly ochre-yellow mountains.

The unique climate characteristics on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, on a sunny day, the morning sky must be blue and there is no cloud at all. At ten o'clock, the cloud began to wake up from the edge of the sky, one by one, appearing on the other side of the mountain, almost motionless, I don't know when, at the top of the mountain, I don't know when, it rose into the air again, blossoming, you wander, I watch.

At 0: 30 a.m./kloc-0: 30 a.m., when the plane landed, the first sight of getting up, the mountains surrounded by the window in the sunshine, the white clouds wrapped around the mountains, the staff in thick clothes in the airport and the slightly cold air after the hatch was opened told me that the sultry weather in Xi 'an more than two hours ago was thousands of miles away, and I came again.

Remind yourself that you will be slower at high altitude, especially when you fly over. The first thing to do is to adapt and try to avoid the occurrence of high reflection.

The airport is not big. The word "Lhasa" in Tibetan and Chinese is red in the sun, and the blue sky and white clouds show that it is different from the mainland, although the high terminal building is also a pile of reinforced concrete.

I found a window seat and the bus headed for the city. Because of the speed limit, the car drives like a cloud in the sky, leisurely and elegant, and the road conditions are excellent. If it weren't for the sound of the engine and the changing scenery outside the window, people who just got off the plane would feel that they don't know where they are.

The sun is so strong, my skin is burning through the window. I look at the distant mountains, the clouds in the sky, the Lhasa River nearby, the poplars on the river bank, and the white wasteland in the sun. Crossing the tunnel and Lhasa River, Potala Palace stands tall and stands in rows, surrounded by a sea of people, lonely with the years.

Here we go again. Two years later, the Potala Palace is still you. I'm not who I used to be. I am peaceful and quiet. Looking at the Potala Palace again, it feels so refreshing. Yes, time is the best sculptor. Everyone put himself on his own workbench from the day he was born, raw materials, modeling, carving, polishing, and finally become a you, or dissatisfied and constantly updated. Sometimes, even he is a little confused. Now, walking on this land, I hope that inner peace can make me touch myself clearly.

Not far away, Wan Li came here to seek and enjoy, which is such a feeling. This is a good start.