Step into the world of light and shadow

Along the way, there are blue skies, white clouds, cattle, horses, rivers, streams, Tibetan Mani stone piles, Lama towers, and devout followers... I am moved by the towering majesty of the mountains, and I marvel at the boundless and magnificent scenery. The spring tries to climb over the mountaintop, covering the snow-capped mountains with lush greenery, making one wonder what you look like in winter. It must be a vast expanse of white, waiting for the response of spring in the mountains. How can mere words suffice? One must see with their eyes, listen with their ears, feel the land under their feet, embrace with their arms, and breathe deeply to feel the pounding heartbeat of altitude sickness... Every time I pass by a house, I can't help but be dazzled. The fatigue of driving is swept away by the pure and pristine Tibetan homes: the Tibetan-style houses under the blue sky represent the closest integration of culture and nature, perhaps this is how humans were meant to live. The mountains are high and the roads are long, the winding mountain paths tug at one's heartstrings, and one must also face the potential landslides and falling rocks brought by the rainy season, the ringing and pain in the ears caused by altitude sickness (I am lucky not to have it severe), the lack of running water and electricity in the toilets... But if you ask me whether this self-driving journey is worth it, I can only respond with that slogan: 'Driving on Route 318 is a must in this lifetime!'