I'm going to climb up step by step, but when I got to the top I found out you weren't there. For so many years, there is a story after story, each story has a starting point and an ending, but when I laughed and talked to the angel in my heart about the starting point, I found out that I can't write the ending, most of all I don't want to. Yesterday morning, a large group of people and horses set off from Zheduotang to Xindu Bridge. The front was all uphill, not even flat land, and the mountain road was eighteen bends. When I looked at it, I couldn't see any hope, and I didn't even know where the top of the mountain was. Along the way, I met a lot of people, everyone was walking and stopping, because it was too tired, but God still took care of us, there was no big sun, the breeze was blowing, and the clouds blocked the sun, so we sweated not much, and it was the least water consumption of the day. However, because it has been rising from an altitude of 3,200 meters, we began to have altitude sickness to varying degrees, I began to cough, chest tightness, but they are still within acceptable range, and other friends are similar. So this way, everyone rested a lot. When they arrived at an altitude of 4050 meters, they met the rescue station and everyone stopped here. There is delicious homemade yogurt here, so we each came to a cup, very delicious, I heard that there will be a lot of yogurt to drink after turning over the mountains. At the rescue station, a family of three asked the doctor if his own child had to buy oxygen cylinders, the doctor asked how old, the father actually said half a year old, the doctor had to say that it was best to go down the mountain, not to go back. Once the baby is high, when the rescue is done, basically the oxygen of the entire rescue station is not enough for him. So the father also had no choice but to go back. Seeing the oxygen bottle, I also want to take a breath, but I am afraid of addiction. After all, there is a long way to go. After that, we climbed the folded mountains with a drumbeat, the altitude was 4,300 meters, and there were still many tourists, so we stayed at this high altitude for an hour to take pictures and rest. There are hundreds of steps from the parking place to the pavilion on the top of the mountain. It is really necessary to take a break every few steps. It is too uncomfortable, cold and breathless. Looking at the slope we climbed down from the top of the mountain, I really admire myself, this can persist, so the road must be finished after the road, the road you choose, and the climb must also be finished. The day before yesterday, I also discussed the question of faith with Maizi. On this road, there are prayer wheels everywhere, and colorful flags. Passers-by on the road will also shout at us to cheer, Tashi Delek. Belief is happy, because you will not be greedy and will not out of line. When we went down the 43km downhill, we saw the big four words "Kangding Love Song" on the hillside. Every time I told Maizi, what the hell is this, haha. Because from high altitude, oxygen is constantly increasing, and drunk oxygen symptoms appear, so everyone wants to sleep downhill. Riding in a beautiful background, suddenly galloping past a car, throwing a bag of garbage, on the side of the road, instantly affected my mood. To be honest, this road, everyone riding is persuading each other not to litter, to polish the road, because of this, Tibetans will be so friendly to us. So we are all taking the garbage to the next site and throwing it away. I don't understand the car. It's obviously no problem to put garbage on the car for a while. Why should I throw it out? It's still a girl. I can't figure it out. I hope that everyone will throw garbage into the trash can no matter where they are in the future. I arrived at the Nianhuali Inn in a sleepy place. I had no energy and my head began to heat up and have a fever. I kept thinking about whether a cycling fellow gave me honey at the rescue station. I had a fever due to allergies. So at dinner, I had no appetite at all. In the evening, a total of 16 people, an old grandfather from Tibet, to ride in the direction of Chengdu, the rest of us are going to Lhasa, and then we are talking about fun, talking about high reaction, the boss also began to emphasize the precautions. I had a bad headache, and the meal was less than a fifth of the previous meal. Then I went upstairs to sleep. I slept in a dim and tight place. I didn't burn until 12 o'clock in the evening and woke up. The throat was very uncomfortable, and the whole pair of dead people sat on the bed until dawn. I didn't have an appetite for breakfast, so I kept eating peaches. Then I decided to listen to the rest today, and this state could not cope with the subsequent itinerary. At nine o'clock, I went to Xinduqiao Town Hospital to see a doctor. The front was a patient with high reaction. The doctor had no choice but to die. I must have been used to it. I didn't bother to say it. In fact, there was no big deal, but I didn't adapt. The biggest suggestion was to go back if I couldn't stick to it. When I arrived, I simply said to give me some painkillers, I just had a headache, my throat was uncomfortable, so the doctor finished the medicine three times five times two. In fact, I slept for one night and recovered almost, so my appetite increased at noon. I went to the restaurant next to me to eat with a few friends. The meal was twice as large as before. According to this, I can leave happily tomorrow. Back to the inn, looking at the Gesang flowers in the yard, I suddenly became more determined that I would ride to Lhasa, because this may be the last opportunity, I don't want to give up. Gesang flowers, can you accompany me to bloom on the plateau? Over one hill after another, I will always wait for you, to be happy, my friends.