Documenting my journey to Western Sichuan

Finally, I started writing a travelogue, a beautiful place worth a long time of settling. Since coming to Chengdu to study, I have always heard people around me talk about the beauty of Western Sichuan, and I finally had the chance to go and see for myself. We set off happily with friends, and as the sky gradually cleared, we escaped the hustle and bustle of the city and merged into the tranquility of nature, perhaps this is also a kind of happiness. Above the plateau, I found that the clouds had already obscured the mountains, and the singing of Xiaxia occasionally reached my ears. We drove slowly into it, and the road and vehicles became blurred in the fog. After carefully reaching Zheduo Mountain, I found that, just like this huge mountain, the terrible altitude sickness was also difficult to conquer. Perhaps it is the punishment of the nature gods for us city dwellers, every step feels as if there are heavy shackles on the feet, and the head is like wearing a jack, breathing rapidly, needing to rest every three steps. The road up the mountain is very dangerous, but above the clouds is another beautiful scene. After the test of the nature gods, we became qualified to appreciate the beauty, and for the first time, I saw the Western Sichuan that my friends talked about. The breeze brushed my face, the green romance undulated, and the white snow mountains were hidden in the clouds, with the golden peaks shimmering. The scenery in my eyes at this moment cannot be described as beautiful, it is full of freedom, sanctity, and longing. The breeze blew gently, the grass swayed, and the cattle and sheep walked leisurely, and my heart gradually melted. In the city, there are high-rise buildings everywhere, they are very pitiful, they can never witness such magnificent scenery. And we have already blended into this world, the snow mountains peek out from the top of the clouds, watching us city visitors from afar, and we also tiptoe, watching this mysterious plateau land from a distance. It stands quietly there, supporting this piece of peace and beauty. The Tibetan people of Western Sichuan are very enthusiastic, they firmly believe in some kind of faith, their eyes are passionate, exuding a sense of freedom. They live in harmony with the nature gods, jointly guarding their Shangri-La. In a hurry, the sanctity of Western Sichuan is forever engraved in my heart. This is the only time I don't want to return to the city, longing to stay there forever. We will definitely meet again, definitely will.