Tibetan Xia Tian had a unique personality and a different kind of grace. The clouds are clear, the sky is as blue as the deepest
The pure sea. The tall and majestic mountains were still naked, stretching out and standing proudly. She didn't have the colorful flowers and wild wisteria of Jiangnan. She couldn't even see the crazily growing trees and flowers, nor could she hear the sharp cries of cicadas. Although they were both in the west, she didn't have the city's deep cultural heritage and heavy historical footsteps. She couldn't see or hear the footsteps of the modern wheel. There was only a kind of purity, pure purity, and clarity. All the dull hustle and bustle turned into a refreshing coolness in the summer of Tibet. In summer, the snowy plateau always made people reluctant to go back and forth with its blue sky, clear river water, fresh air, and pleasing environment.
Under the pure and transparent sky of Tibet, even a blade of grass would hit people's hearts like a tide. Plateau made people straightforward, and it strengthened the masculinity of soldiers. Tibet had shaped the Tibetan soldiers with its magnificence and broadness, giving them different experiences, abilities, will, and spirit from ordinary people. Their bright smiles were like the sun on the plateau, giving you a brilliant feeling. This was why he had gone to Tibet without hesitation and became a soldier.
"Little Lotus, what are you doing? I miss you, I really miss you. I want to call you, but I can't. Why am I so reluctant? Why am I so sad? I clearly couldn't let go of you, but I still let go of your hand time and time again. I know that I love you very much and want to be with you, but I can't selfishly hold you in my arms and give you a lifetime promise.”At this moment, Shangguan Qiang was sitting in the dormitory. He was thinking about the girl who had been haunting him. He knew that he was not worthy of her. He had been married before. He thought that he could give up after getting married. However, the love in his heart could not be let go just like that. Feelings were just hidden in the deepest part of the heart, unlike places that others could touch.
He couldn't forget it. Every night, he would call her name in his dreams. Every day, he thought about her the most. He didn't put more thought into his marriage. This marriage that was neither salty nor indifferent lasted for two years before it ended. When his wife left, she said to him," You've been dreaming of others for the rest of your life. You don't deserve to get married. You don't deserve to have feelings because you're a cold-blooded animal." You are thinking about others, but you never dare to look for others. You are an irresponsible person to yourself and others. Love is just a luxury to you.”Was he really cold-blooded? Perhaps his wife was right. His feelings for her were just a luxury to him. She was like an exquisite piece of art that could only be admired but could not be possessed because he was just a spectator. If he didn't know how to appreciate her, perhaps only those who knew her would treasure her, and he didn't have the right or the ability to do so.
He thought that he would never see her again. It was not easy for him to get a place to study because she was in this city. He only wanted to watch her from afar and care for her silently because he knew that she had a boyfriend. It was her brother who told him. He did not know why, but his heart ached. Actually, as long as she was happy, everything did not matter. The last time he saw her at the birthday banquet, he was really happy. She was still as beautiful as ever, but why was there a hint of sadness between her brows? It made his heart ache.
It was said that out of a hundred people, ninety-nine had a dream of going to Tibet. The people in Dream Seeker's vision of Tibet was roughly like this: The white clouds were like cotton candy that could be touched by one's fingers. Cangyang Gyatso was singing in an invisible place. The Potala Palace is quietly meditating on the Red Mountain, washing away the glory of the guests from afar; The pilgrims were dressed in gorgeous and simple robes, facing the direction of Buddha and worshipping him sincerely. Ever since she was young, she had a wish to go to Tibet. She liked the purity and straightforwardness of Tibet and the straightforwardness and honesty of the Tibetan soldiers.
"Is it worth it for him to wear olive green for her wish and her dream? Was it worth it for him to guard the plateau for her dream?”He asked himself again and again in his heart. Perhaps, she would understand. Perhaps, she would never understand in this life why he had come to this land to guard it without hesitation. For love, but the person he loved didn't know. Perhaps, it was for the day when she knew that she had given all her love to this land.
Every time he patrolled, he would pay attention to a small flower on the ground. That flower was called Gesang flower. The locals told him that Gesang meant happiness, and Meiduo meant flower. It was an ordinary flower that grew on the plateau. Its stem was thin and its petals were small. It looked weak, but the stronger the wind was, the more upright it became. The more the rain, the more green the leaves; The more the sun shines, the more brilliant the flowers bloom. It was the Gesang flower that entrusted the Tibetan people with good feelings such as happiness and good fortune. In the eyes of the Tibetans, Gesang flowers were also the most tenacious and common wildflowers on the plateau. Gesang flower's flower language was 'take pity on the person in front of you'.”There was a beautiful Tibetan legend that whoever found an eight-petal Gesang flower would find happiness. Therefore, every time he searched for it, he would definitely find it and give it to Yu He, because Yu He was the Gesang Flower in his heart forever.
The college entrance examination is coming soon. I don't know how she is doing. I believe she will definitely be able to get into university. After she graduates from university, if she doesn't have a boyfriend, if she doesn't think I'm too old, if she doesn't think I'm poor, I'll definitely confess to her. Shangguan Qiang said to himself in his heart, Oh my god, he was going crazy. For two people who were in the fog of love, perhaps thinking about them was the best comfort.
When would she understand her own heart! When would he know that he really loved her and when would he truly enter her heart? Other than waiting, everything else seemed powerless. He had already fallen in love with this city. Although it was far away from her, he was already very content. Perhaps one day, she would find that there was someone waiting for her in this place. He protected and persevered. He thought that she would understand.
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