那年深秋,因为对拉萨河的眷恋,我辞职了。这一次我决定挣脱这座钢筋凝土筑就的牢笼,给疲惫的身体和心灵来一次说走就走的轻装远行:一车,一人,一包,足矣。五年来无数次的期盼与等待,五年来无数次的激动雀跃与故作平静,终于在这一次化作远方的背影。这一次注定是艰辛与疯狂。骑行川藏线西出天府成都,过甘孜州,沿317国道前行,翻雀儿山,经昌都进藏。车在海拔4000米的增减中颠簸,人在坚持与放弃的意念中徘徊。两次刻骨铭心的生死经历,让我看 Late autumn of that year, I resigned because of attachment to the Lhasa River. This time I decided to break free from the prison of reinforced concrete to give exhausted body and mind to go on a light walk: a car, a person, a bag, enough. Countless hopes and supplications in the past five years, with countless excitement and serenity over the past five years and finally this time turning into the distant place. This time is doomed to be arduous and crazy. Riding the Sichuan-Tibet line west of Tianfu Chengdu, Ganzi Prefecture, along the 317 National Road forward, turn the Que children Hill, the capital into possession of Tibet. Cars in the elevation of 4,000 meters in the bumpy, people insist on and give up the idea of ​​wandering. Two unforgettable experiences of life and death, let me see