The places I once longed for in geography books have all become roads I've traveled

The moment the ancestor of ten thousand mountains appeared before my eyes, I couldn't help but marvel at the grandeur of the Kunlun Mountains. Majestic and fortunate to have captured with my eyes the beloved snow-capped Mount Yuzhu, standing at 6178 meters, resembling a lovely girl. Suddenly, I thought of a phrase: 'While everyone heads to the sea, I alone turn to the mountains.' How lucky we are. Traveling with a military convoy tens of kilometers long into the Hoh Xil, we kept a tacit distance and used our turn signals kindly. The beautiful legend is actually a forbidden zone for human life. The grasslands at an altitude of over 4700 meters are a free paradise for all creatures, though I didn't encounter the Tibetan antelopes I longed for, I did come across other adorable animals. The bumpy permafrost highway and the distant Qinghai-Tibet Railway, built by road workers challenging human limits with their lives, left me, who gets dizzy and freezes as soon as I step out of the car and can only breathe oxygen throughout the journey, with nothing to offer but silent salutes and prayers for a lifetime of peace and health. Standing at the source of the Yangtze, Yellow, and Lancang Rivers, I couldn't help but marvel at the magic and greatness of nature. The small streams that eventually become the life-nurturing Yangtze River, the scenes of Sicily from my childhood 'Animal World' and 'Man and Nature' are still vivid in my memory. Now, having the fortune to be here, I am filled with emotion. Life is like this, reminiscing while continuing, never willing to truly stop. I used to like Da Bing's books a lot, and there's a line in his song, 'Accompany me to Hoh Xil to see the sea, I don't want the future, just you to come.' Now I understand that this is probably a naive obsession and madness of youth. Approaching thirty, I came to Hoh Xil and realized there is no sea here; you must live well to have a future with him.