We left Lhasa and started our journey back. Lhasa is so reluctant to say goodbye. At the Jokhang Temple, when I saw Tibetans with their parents and children with long heads, when we walked on the road and saw that we had to go forward with long heads, the scene of the family's worship touched me again and again. They measured the circumference of the holy lake of the mountain with their steps and bodies, and defended the sacredness of faith with piety and awe. Goodbye to the Himalayas! Goodbye to Everest! Passed the Mira Pass again, then the Mira Pass was wrapped in silver, and opened the wings to welcome the guests from all directions, and the holy scenery of the snow-capped mountains was displayed in front of us.