贡嘎是一座山,面对它的高度,所有的跋涉都没有抵达,只有无限接近。所有的告别,都不过是一种仪式,身体的离路,注定是心灵的归途。贡嘎是一本书,没有封面,也没有封底,阅读它就是一种围观,围观浸濡于岁月深处的生命的萌动、生长和沉沦,围观散落于岁月角落的青春、理想和爱情的碎片,围观自己,围观世界。曾经仰望的巅峰,如今还在仰望;曾经开始的出发,如今还 Gongga is a mountain, in the face of its height, all the trek has not arrived, only infinitely close. All farewell, is nothing but a ritual, the body’s way out, destined to be the return of the soul. Gonggar is a book, no cover, no back cover, read it is a onlookers, onlookers immersed in the depths of life germination, growth and sinking, watching scattered around the corner of youth, ideals and love fragments , Onlookers, onlookers world. The pinnacle I once looked up is still looking up now;