乐生活After a week’s research in Tibet, I took painkillers all the way. Finally, I couldn’t resist the ups and downs in Lhasa. For the first time in my life, I hung up water and withdrew to Shanghai in advance. Along the way, I met a group of Tibetans, ready to pick out three to write: a primary school principal who had been educated for 22 years in a poor rural area without water or electricity, a second bastard who used to collect money and cut off people and now grows Ganoderma lucidum, a young man after 00 who was admitted to Fudan in the mainland, and three generations of Tibetans, all have their own satisfaction and struggle, which is very interesting.
