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From the altitude of 5000 to 5300, it took an hour to keep an oxygen cylinder with me. It was really climbing up with life, just to find the past life and the afterlife the lake shows.

Tibet . Shannan . /RamLa

南宁

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跌跌撞撞的人生，

有时觉得或许自己什么都不是，

又或许应该抓住所有的过去，

奋不顾身地再向前进，

从现在开始，

一切就在日落以后，，，

广东 . 深圳 . /Shenzhen

我早就习惯了，

一日为了三餐，，，

上海 . /Shanghai

After turning around

「Which part of this song do you like?」

『Um…? That’s one.』

『The bragging at a young age will go away with the passing time.』

「Excuse me, what is the meaning of youth?」

『…』

『I don’t know either.』

「But I know what is bragging.」

『…』

『Alright.』

I stroked his hair.

Someone touched my hair once,

Calmly said: “why are you aging this fast?”

I look up at him,

Found this someone has a few white hairs on his head.

The four seasons under the roof,

The life under the eave,

Freezing the time by pressing the shutter with a DSLR,

But a lot of things happened only once, never twice,

The gift of fate

has already been priced secretly.

Ningxia . Zhongwei

选个沙发角落，放瓶小可乐，

本想，边抱着边看会书，

可是一看到怀中的小家伙，

眼神是那么朦胧迷离，

微笑是天真无邪的，没有任何杂质的，

真的是让人心生怜爱，

就这样，

你看看我，我看看你，

好像都习惯了这种温暖，

When Brother Chi’s songs start playing,
So many memories are picked up, youth comes rushing in,
The heart is just healed like that,
This is a landscape that never gets old,
This is a happy thing.

Youth is abstract,
When we were young, we were like madmen,
In middle age, we’re even more like madmen,
In our teens, we were like plain water, every day was similar,
In our twenties, we said we had no money, maybe a pack of instant noodles could last a month,
In our thirties, one day you said when we turn 38, I can buy you a glass of Moutai,

Chattering away,
Two boys approaching forty, making an appointment to listen to someone approaching sixty sing,
That night,
A belated encounter, how much youth did you recover,
Off-key singing,
Those years, in a small coastal town in the south, an old triangular tape recorder playing music,
Small,
Under the swaying summer tree, the two of us fools, only a small space,
Folding,
There’s a warmth called “I’m still here”,
Look,
Is the world you look up at hard to reach?

小齐哥的歌一响起，
就拾起了那么多回忆，青春扑面而来，
心就这么被治愈了，
这，是一场看不腻的风景，
这，是一件幸福的事情。

青春是抽象的，
年少时我们像疯子，
人到中年，我们更像疯子，
十几岁时我们像白开水，每天都差不多，
二十几岁时说没钱，可能买包泡面也能过一个月，
三十几岁时，有一天你说等我们三十八岁的时候，我可以请你喝一杯茅台，

碎碎念，
两个快四十的男孩，约着听一个快六十的人唱歌，
那一夜，
迟到的相遇，你找回多少青春，
走调，
那些年，在南方沿海小镇，老旧的三角磁带机转着音乐，
小小，
仲夏摇曳的树下，我们两个笨蛋，只有方寸地，
对折，
有种温暖叫『我还在这里』，
你看，
抬头仰望的世界，是不是难以到达？