I do not know why I am full of respect for every entrance in Tibet. Just like the Mila Pass that Linzhi must pass during the Spring Festival, I see the continuous snow peaks, the fluttering longitude, the bull's head standing proudly under the blue sky and white clouds. I can't help but feel awed, awed by the sky and the earth, and awed by the mountains. To more than 5,000 altitudes, we must move slowly, easy to rise and fall back. Here I hang a pair of prayers with me. My companions are still worshipping the direction of the south, which shows their respect for the Tibetan area.