Between Snow Mountain and Snow Mountain: Meeting Snow Mountain

Qiao Yang, the author of Between Snow Mountains, was born in 1970s and spent his childhood and adolescence in Sichuan. I went to Yunnan in my twenties and lived at the foot of Meili Snow Mountain and Baima Snow Mountain for nearly twenty years. During these twenty years, she lived in the snowy mountains with Tibetans, listened to their stories or jokes, and was observed by them until she became one of them. She lived with the nature there, felt them and was felt by them until she became one of them. From the shrubs in the subtropical dry-hot valley at an altitude of 2,000m to the rocky beach at an altitude of 5,000m, Fritillaria, various wild mushrooms, azaleas, Meconopsis, Sequoia ... Qiao Yang walked among the snow-capped mountains, silently listening, recording and telling.

Wonderful book excerpt:

1. Between the snow-capped mountains, the rivers are from high to low and from north to south; The forest flows along the mountains, and I can clearly see the winding of the forest line. The monsoon flows in the canyon, and the raindrops it brings fall from the canopy, are absorbed by the roots below the soil, and flow to the trunk and branches. Water flows between veins, water mist flows in the forest, and moss absorbs enough water to change from yellow to blue-green, so that water flows on the soil surface and undercurrent flows under glaciers. ...

2. I have always felt that walking in the forest is the most beautiful when it rains in Mao Mao, and the forest has never been fresh. The drizzle sprinkled on the high canopy, and the evergreen conifers and needles were covered with a thin layer of silver. The broad-leaved trees were washed brightly, and the water droplets gathered by the leaves fell down, then slipped from the tip of the bush and fell on the ferns. Ferns, like vigorous tropical vegetation, first absorb the water mist and become vivid, and then hold crystal dew on each leaf tip.

3. Mushrooms ran out of mustard yellow, apricot yellow, egg green, dark brown, mica white and star red. Moss is full of water, holding up their small silver-green horns or pale yellow bean sprouts, and they turn the forest into a fairy tale world.

Highlight: The author writes about her life in the mountains without affectation, and it feels like chatting with another self in the world. That "self" is braver, leaving the stability of the city and living in the snow-capped mountains. What is commendable is that the author seems to have no intention of teaching us anything. She just presents and conveys what she sees and thinks, and tells you without reservation. Reading this book is like sitting around a campfire, listening to a gentle sister telling her story in the mountains, and sketching out the beautiful and mysterious scenery in the snow-capped mountains in my mind. When you step into nature with appreciation and gratitude, the only thing you can feel is "beauty". Living in the city, our love for nature is through the window glass, which is a stable and accidental love backed by urban life. In this book, nature and creatures in nature, man's position in nature, man's own position, etc. , are full of temperament, or soothing or passionate. Reading this book is an opportunity to clean the eyes and ears, and also an opportunity to restore the senses dulled by daily experience.