Cuoqin: lake and grass

Cuoqin is a must-visit stop in the kidneys of northern Tibet. One day, between Zharinam Mucuo and the grasslands, encounter the unique atmosphere of Cuoqin.

Before he even ventured deep into Cuoqin, the presence of Zharinamu Cuo had already arrived. From afar, seeing that scene, even the fatigue from traveling quietly eased, and he just wanted to stand a little longer.

The grassland is Cuo Qin's most captivating touch. Walking along its veins, every corner hides a different expression, stretching time and space here.

Avoiding crowds, we slipped into the snowy mountains, revealing its true form. The elderly, alleys, stove fires, and laughter entered our memories even before the scenic spots.

After nightfall, the busy herdsmen turn on their lamps, and the warm yellow glow gently harvests the grandeur of the day. Sitting down and doing nothing is also a form of arrival.

When leaving Cuoqin, I felt a bit reluctant, but the memory of Zharinan Mucuo replayed in my mind. But it was precisely this reluctance that proved this trip was worthwhile—it quietly left a part of itself with you.