Morning Walk in the Peach Blossom Land of Suosong Village

In the early morning, I walked along the Tibetan family's wall towards the Yarlung Zangbo River. In the lingering morning mist, century-old wild peach trees emerged as if from an ink painting. The forest guardian handed me a barley cake for breakfast and pointed to a tree knot shaped like a prayer wheel, saying, 'This tree has heard the teachings of the Third Dalai Lama.' Sitting alone on a rock by the river, I watched the mist flow down from the peak of Mount Namjagbarwa. The 'Collected Poems of Tsangyang Gyatso' in my backpack was imbued with a faint ink fragrance from the dew.