Journeys

A small stream by my childhood home carries memories of family, belonging, and enduring attachment through water, stones, and fields.

On National Day, we drank tea by the water, watching fishermen, singers, and a farmer with pack animals, while layered green hills eased the holiday bustle.

After rain, we camp by a quiet river at Zhenye Tianjing on the Southern Anhui Sichuan-Tibet Route, surrounded by misty hills and wet grass.

Pine needles, layered mountains, and drifting fog greet travelers at Taizijian Post Station, where clearing mist reveals a tranquil cloud sea and quiet mountain views.

Leaving Qingliangfeng Toll Station, the author drives into fog, stops near Taizijian Station, and camps in the car, wondering about tomorrow's cloud sea.

A hike to Taizi Peak reveals green ridges, stone towers, and quiet clouds, yet summit litter clashes with the scenery.