While visiting a Tibetan family's home beside the asphalt road to Wanong to watch them stir-fry highland barley, I met the two-and-a-half-year-old boy Renqi…In the valley where Bazhu Village lies, the winter clear days are always thorough—cloudless, with sunlight generously pouring down, dispelling the cold. Dur…Wandering through the village, I followed a concrete road downhill to the Wulu group. The sun was still early, and most villagers were busy in the fields, w…Before we even reached Wanong, the festive music of the Tibetan wedding drifted across a stream. The snow-capped mountains beyond the ridges seemed to hear … 
