Chasing the plane to Qinghai-Tar Temple, turning the cylinder, burning butter lamp, vague fragrance of Buddha, sutras with the wind, devout chanters.. Persistence in faith is something I don't have as a human being. Tar Monastery is the first stop in this trip. It is not noisy here. It should be slowly and carefully tasted. Even though I do not have the beliefs of the chanters, I can feel the power of this obsession. Just listen, watch and smell, that's enough. Whatever your reasons, no matter how commercialized they are, the Tar Monastery has not changed. The breath of the age, the chanting of sutras, needs to be felt in peace.