Those very adventurous dreams

Are you okay? I decided to start writing postcards for you. That kind of short letter, you should also know that I don't speak loudly, then make a long story short.

I miss you. In the morning when every eye is opened and the sun is full, in the sunny or dim weather, in every night with the stars falling asleep. I will be very reassured to write something that I will not say to you personally, because I know that this letter will not be sent out, I don't know where you are now. I just used the photos you sent out to find out where you went, some places I have only been in my dreams, but even dreams are risky.

I remember that many years ago, when you first went to Tibet, you were sitting on the T27. You said that you have been turning for more than 40 hours. This car is on the Qinghai-Tibet line and passes through Tanggula, Naqu, and the scenery is beautiful. Although it is very tired, but every eye is a different surprise. You said that you couldn't adapt to the high altitude climate at first, and you made your face blushing and thick. Think about your look and feel, but it's still very funny.

You went to the nunnery and asked for a bowl of sweet tea. You went to the Sera Monastery to listen to the Scriptures. You have felt the fierceness on the stage and you have become a half believer. You have visited many places, and the footprints you walked through have been carefully carried out in various places in Tibet. The last stop, Pala Manor, the largest surviving slave manor, somehow remembered the "dust settled", but I don't know how the toast was rotted, and it was really written in the book.

One of my most impressive photos is after you become a professional photographer. At the Kawarau Bridge, your legs are tied by ropes. You open your eyes. Your golden hair is shining under the bright sunshine, like a crown. Open your arms, just like embracing the whole sky. The whole Kawarau Bridge, not where you are, is your land. You are a solemn king. I don't know, you will have a little fear when you are jumping for a moment, you will not be embarrassed, what are you thinking about. I heard that you also chose to jump down and completely submerged in the water.

You go to Nepal to wander, it is a mysterious and beautiful place. Completely preserved the many ancient cities that flowed down centuries ago, the natural beauty of the countryside, the magnificent snow-capped mountains, and the religious life, the world's youngest republic does attract people to unveil its veil. You go deep into the Chitwan Public Park, where you can hike, explore, ride elephants, cross-country.

You and many people in the country are slowly moving down the Tsishuli River on the ship. After a while, the first whirlpool is ushered in, and with a rapids, the boat quickly ushers in a huge wave, all People have become chickens.

You visited a world cultural heritage on the border between Nepal and India. The birthplace of Buddhism founder Sakyamuni, I wonder if there will be a tall linden tree there. For me, the farthest trip is always better than the town I am in. After all, a person in a wheelchair doesn't want to bother too much.

I envy you, I can go to the places I want to go; I admire you, you can always do some daring things; I love you very much, but you are a person who is totally different from me. But I understand that some things are destined to miss me, just like you, just like these places. So, you won't love me, I won't blame you.

I will also reach where you are going with my dreams, but all I can do is match the scenery you have been to on the back of my postcards, so that those dreams are not too illusory. Those dreams that I am very adventurous will not be met. I stand in front of you, and face the sky with a smile.