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M46***89Standing at the base camp of Mount Everest at 5200 meters above sea level, the wind swept through the ancient flooded rocky beaches with snow mist, and the world in front of you stood between the heavens and the earth like a platinum pyramid. The sunset melted gold, the burning glow on the peak burned eyes, and the clouds and mists poured over, and the holy face disappeared when it was time to see Everest, and it was more religious. In the tent hotel, Tibetan Ajia smiled with a bowl of butter tea, and the turquoise and coral swayed. She pointed to the temperature and Everest's ripples interwoven into a wonderful chord: Under the mountain, mortals lit up the stars in Zhuoma's eyes with pink velvet caps, lifted up faith with the mulberry smoke of the mulberry furnace, and stung the breath of snow with oxygen tubes. Looking back, the cloud curtain opened and closed between the understanding that the mountain was not conquered by people, but the mountain ferry: when sleepy, the snow color is the lighthouse of the soul. > 8844.43 meters of the stone is still standing, > I picked up half an inch clear, > but left half of my life obsessed with the scriptures.
