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这本书里有：
绝美的风景照片
天真淳朴的孩童的抓拍瞬间
感人的支教故事
蕴意丰富的诗歌

支教生活的真实体现
康巴人的生活与文化揭秘
一对“90后”小夫妻笔与镜头下的康巴少年及他们的梦想
-The vivid real volunteer teaching life.
-The secret life and culture of the Tibetans.
-The stories and snapshots of Tibetan youth.
All told by a young couple born in the 1990s.

当年一位懵懂的大学生丽君毅然带着大学生队伍骑自行车到北京，在路上遇到现在的爱人小龙。后来他们到西藏支教，帮助那里的孩子筹集书籍和衣服，甚至还感召了一些老师一块前往支教，传承这份爱。他们这样的人生很充实，他们这样的故事值得我们去品读。

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这本书里有：
绝美的风景照片
天真淳朴的孩童的抓拍瞬间
感人的支教故事
蕴意丰富的诗歌
 
 
支教生活的真实体现
康巴人的生活与文化揭秘
一对“90后”小夫妻笔与镜头下的康巴少年及他们的梦想
-The vivid real volunteer teaching life.
-The secret life and culture of the
 Tibetans.
-The stories and snapshots of Tibetan
 youth. 
All told by a young couple born in the
 1990s.
 
 
       当年一位懵懂的大学生丽君毅然带着大学生队伍骑自行车到北京，在路上遇到现在的爱人小龙。后来他们到西藏支教，帮助那里的孩子筹集书籍和衣服，甚至还感召了一些老师一块前往支教，传承这份爱。他们这样的人生很充实，他们这样的故事值得我们去品读。
——北京奥运会、广州亚运会火炬手王卫
       Innocent
 and naive, Lijun cycled over 1,500 kilometers to Beijing with a group of
 university students. On the way, she met Xiaolong, her husband now. Later
 they traveled to Tibet to volunteer teach, helping children there collect
 books and clothes. They even encouraged other teachers to volunteer teach
 with them to pass this love from one group to another. They have found
 fulfillment in their lives and their stories are worthy of reading and appreciation.
—   WANG Wei, Torchbearer of Beijing Olympic
 Games and Guangzhou Asian Games
 
 
       从一个“迷失”少年的出走，到一个成熟男人的回归，流浪是对青春的一场救赎，也是少年实现蜕变的一场成人礼。在旅行中，收获自我，收获爱情，收获梦想和事业。作为一个充满人文关怀的旅人，公益终将成为旅行的归宿。公益与旅行的结合，让小龙和丽君在自己完成蜕变的同时，也为大山里的儿童打开了梦想的天窗。
——“为爱远征”公益组织创始人狮子（胡鹏）
       From
 a “lost” teenager who fled home to a mature man who returned, roving, to
 Xiaolong, was redemption for youth and a coming-of-age ceremony for
 growing-up. During his journey, Xiaolong gained personal experience, found
 love, realized his dream, and achieved success. As a traveler filled with
 humanistic concern, public charity work will become his destiny. This
 combination of travel and public charity not only brought change to Xiaolong
 and Lijun in reaching maturity, but also opened a skylight of dreams for
 children in mountainous areas.
—   Lion (HU Peng), Founder of the public
 charity organization Expedition for Love
 
 
这本书让我感觉非常亲切，仿佛自己重回在西藏支教的那一年。西藏的山、西藏的水、西藏的人、西藏的事、西藏的情……都是这本书里让我们产生共鸣的地方。这本书用平实质朴的文字和平凡鲜活的图片，向我们展示了青藏高原的风貌和生活，也道出了“康巴少年的梦”。我想，只有曾经去西藏支教服务过的人，才能真正体会这种感觉——那里的发展需要人才，而对孩子的教育就是对未来发展*的负责。所以，我十分敬佩作者能在高原进行长时间的支教行动！我会把这本书推荐给更多的师弟师妹，也希望有更多的青年人一起努力，为西部发展奉献力量。*后，唯愿每个西藏孩子，都能够开心快乐地成长，实现梦想。
——中山大学第十一届研究生支教团队长何金鹏
I found that this book is very close to
 me as it brings me back to the year I volunteer taught in Tibet, where
 mountains, water, people, stories, and affection all resonate with our
 feelings. Using simple language and vivid pictures, this book presents the
 features and life of the Qinghai-Tibetan Plateau and “The Dreams of Youth in
 Kangba”. Only those who served as volunteer teachers can have a full
 understanding of this. Talents are desperately needed for development of the
 area, and education for children is the priority for development. I think
 highly of the authors who volunteer teach on the Plateau over long periods of
 time! I will recommend this book to more schoolmates in hope that more youth
 will join us in contributing to development of China’s western region. I wish
 each Tibetan child will grow happily and realize their dreams.
—   HE Jinpeng, the team leader of the 11th
 Postgraduate Volunteer Teaching Team of Sun Yat-sen University
 
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小龙：生于1992年，大二退学创业，失败后骑单车环游中国18个月，骑行超过2万公里。“90后”的他是个有故事的人——“一个人穿越塔克拉玛干沙漠”“冬季单骑新藏线”“几次发现狼的足迹”“在西藏羊湖搭帐篷写作”……
丽君：2014年毕业于广州大学。在大二时一次从广州到北京的骑行途中，看到人生新的可能，并遇到了真正的爱情。
2015年3月，丽君和小龙通过西藏朋友联系，到西藏昌都市贡觉县沙东乡果麦教学点无偿支教。这里是西藏的偏远山区，缺水缺电断信号。他们跟70多个孩子成为朋友，给藏民送药，并且开办了公益组织——“小龙山区儿童公益”，来尽其所能地帮助这里的孩子和居民们。二人于支教期间举办了婚礼。
 
Xiaolong, born in 1992, left college during his second year. He
 initially started a business, but it failed. Then, he cycled around China for
 18 months, covering about 20,000 kilometers. Xiaolong crossed the Taklimakan
 Desert alone; cycled along the Xinjiang-Tibet (No. 219) Expressway in winter,
 again alone; saw wolves and their traces many times; and pitched his tent
 beside the YamdrokTso Lake where he began his writing career. 
Lijun, who graduated from Guangzhou University in 2014, cycled to
 Beijing from Guangzhou during her second year of college, finding new
 possibilities in life and true love.
In March 2015, having been introduced by a Tibetan friend to
 Guomai School of Shadong Township of Gongjue County, Changdu City of the
 Tibet Autonomous Region, Lijun and Xiaolong began volunteer teaching. In this
 remote mountainous area that lacks of adequate water, electricity, and
 communication signals, Xiaolong and Lijun became friends with more than 70
 children. They provided medicine for the Tibetans and, to help the local
 children and Tibetans, established a public charitable organization called
 Xiaolong Public Charitable Organization for Children of Mountainous Areas.
 They got married during their volunteer teaching.
 
“小龙山区儿童公益”联系方式：
The contact information for the Xiaolong Public Charitable
 Organization for Children of Mountainous Areas is:
新浪微博：http://weibo.com/u/1877934427
Sina Microblog: <a href="http://weibo.com/u/1877934427">http://weibo.com/u/1877934427</a>
 
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这是一本图文并茂的散文书，作者是一对“90后”夫妻。他们在西藏康巴地区的支教过程中拍摄了大量照片，并写下了许多散文和诗歌。这些抓拍的瞬间很真实，文字与照片的内容紧密相联，语言简练，富有深情，充满力量。
这本书内容丰富，从不同的角度记录了康巴山区的孩童生活：被父母抛弃的孩子得到了老师无私的爱；学生穿的衣服很破很脏，但他们帮老师扫地、洗衣服、洗碗，真的很淳朴；学生玩的时候弄伤了，那伤口老师看得心惊肉跳，可他们哭一会儿就没事了，很勇敢；他们不懂太多痛苦、伤心，而是一直保持着快乐……这就是作者想表达的：在艰苦的环境中，摒弃怨天尤人，坚强勇敢地活着！
另外，作者也展现了当地藏人的独特生活，和他们在藏区支教的这些日子里得到的不同于大部分同龄年轻人的独特的心灵感受和思想。翻开本书，这个神奇的地方将带给你强烈的震撼。

这是一本图文并茂的散文书，作者是一对“90后”夫妻。他们在西藏康巴地区的支教过程中拍摄了大量照片，并写下了许多散文和诗歌。这些抓拍的瞬间很真实，文字与照片的内容紧密相联，语言简练，富有深情，充满力量。
这本书内容丰富，从不同的角度记录了康巴山区的孩童生活：被父母抛弃的孩子得到了老师无私的爱；学生穿的衣服很破很脏，但他们帮老师扫地、洗衣服、洗碗，真的很淳朴；学生玩的时候弄伤了，那伤口老师看得心惊肉跳，可他们哭一会儿就没事了，很勇敢；他们不懂太多痛苦、伤心，而是一直保持着快乐……这就是作者想表达的：在艰苦的环境中，摒弃怨天尤人，坚强勇敢地活着！
另外，作者也展现了当地藏人的独特生活，和他们在藏区支教的这些日子里得到的不同于大部分同龄年轻人的独特的心灵感受和思想。翻开本书，这个神奇的地方将带给你强烈的震撼。
 
This book consists of prose and photos. The authors are a couple
born in the 1990s. While volunteer teaching in Kangba, Tibet, they wrote a
great deal of prose and poetry, and took many photos. The snapshots, closely
related to the prose, capture their reality. Their language is succinct,
affectionate, and powerful.
This book is informative, thoroughly describing the lives of Kangba
children from various angles, including: The child who was deserted by her
parents received love from the teachers; the students wore shabby clothes, but
were simple and honest, helping their teachers sweep the floor, and wash
clothes and dishes; when they were seriously hurt while playing, which terribly
frightened the teachers, they just cried for a while and then felt all right,
very brave indeed; they were not so much aware of pain and grief, but were
always optimistic and happy; under harsh conditions, they didn’t complain, but
lived sturdily and bravely!
The authors depict the unique life of Tibetans and communicate their
own feelings and thoughts, distinct from those of their peers, which they
experienced while volunteer teaching in the Tibetan region. Open the book and
you will be thrilled by this magical place.

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目　　录

Preface I ／ 4

Preface II ／ 6

ChapterOne／9

TheDream ofXiaolong andLijun

ChapterTwo／39

TheDreamsofChildreninKham

ChapterThree／175

ChildrenTellTheirDreamsinClass

Appendix／183

OurChildren’sPaintings

前　　言

PrefaceI
TangWang
(Tea planter)

InJanuary2013,Kashgarwascoveredbywinterfog,coldandsilence.Onmywayfromtherailwaystationtotheoldtown,Icouldoccasionallyseeflocksofblackcrowsflyingupanddowninthesky.Withoutmuchdifficulty, IfoundtheMaitianYouthHotel Ihadreservedonline.Asthe ChineseNewYear drewnear,thesecond floorofthehotelwasveryquiet.Ayoungmanwithahappysmilehelpedmecheckin.Asanewcomer,Iaskedhimaboutplacesworthvisiting.HepointedtotheruinsbytheTumanRiveroutsidethewindowandsuggestedIvisitthelocalhousesonthehighplatform,saidtobeover600yearsold,butbeingtorndownsoon.Thenhecontinuedtypingonalaptop.

Preface
I
TangWang
(Tea planter)
 
 
InJanuary2013,Kashgarwascoveredbywinterfog,coldandsilence.Onmywayfromtherailwaystationtotheoldtown,Icouldoccasionallyseeflocksofblackcrowsflyingupanddowninthesky.Withoutmuchdifficulty, Ifoundthe
MaitianYouthHotel Ihadreserved
online.Asthe ChineseNewYear drewnear,thesecond floorofthehotelwasveryquiet.Ayoungmanwithahappysmilehelpedmecheckin.Asanewcomer,Iaskedhimaboutplacesworthvisiting.HepointedtotheruinsbytheTumanRiveroutsidethewindowandsuggestedIvisitthelocalhousesonthehighplatform,saidtobeover600yearsold,butbeingtorndownsoon.Thenhecontinuedtypingonalaptop.
AfterIhadstayedinthehotelforseveraldays,webecamemorefamiliarandbeganchatting.HesaidhewasXiaolong,hadriddentoKashgarfromQinghai Lake,andwashelpingrunthesparsely populatedhotel whiletheownerwashomefortheChineseNewYear.Xiaolongwasbusyeachdaywritinghisfirstbook,whichdescribeshisexperienceandpersonalunderstandinggainedwhileridingalongtheway.Afterrestinghereforawhile,hewantedtoexitthroughtheKhunjerabPassandheadwest.Iaskedhimhowhecouldgetfinancialsupportforthistravel.Heansweredthathedidn’tknowhow,butjustwantedtoearnsomemoneythroughwriting.Also,hisfamilythoughthewasstillstudyinginBeijingandcouldsendmoneytohim.Ireadhismanuscriptandwastouchedbyhiswords.Hisexperiencediffersfrommanyotherpeople’s,whichendowedhislanguagewithasenseoffreshness.
WalkingalongtheTumanRiver,ItalkedwithXiaolongaboutTheBookofSongsandTheIliad.Literaturehasalonghistory.ThoughtherearedifferencesinliteraturebetweentheEastandtheWest,itoriginatesfromsomewherejustlikethesourceofalongriver,withstreamsflowinginalongthewaybeforefinallyconvergingintoonevast,mightyriver.Weareluckytobeexposedtoliteratureinourshortlives.IinvitedXiaolongtomyhomein Yunnan.My
study wasopen tohim. Literature
isa craftthat needs
sufficienttraining, meaning extensive
reading.Iearnedlittleduringthefirsthalfofmylifewithmostofmymoneyspentonbooks.So,althoughXiaolong’smanuscriptimpressed
me greatly,
I still felt he needed to drawmorenutritionfromextensivereading.
InJuly2014,Xiaolong,whowasunabletoexitthroughtheKhunjerabPass,visitedmeinYunnanwithhisgirlfriend,Lijun,whomhemetwhileriding.Theyearbeforelast,hewenttoLhasabyhimselfalongtheXinjiang-Tibet LinefromKashgar.Talkingaboutthedangerheencounteredalongtheway,hesaidwhilehewasgoingaroundKangrinpoche,themountainwasblockedbyheavysnow.TheTibetansadvisedhimnottoclimbthemountainalone.Itwasbettertogoinagroupsohispartnerscouldbringhisbodybackifhefrozetodeath.Thesewordsleftmewithaspecialimpression.Isclimbingamountainsoimportantandsacred,whilelifeanddeatharesofragile?
WhenXiaolongandhisgirlfriendarrivedinYunnan,Igavethemmystudyfortheiruse.Itoldthem,“You don’tneedtogointothemountaintoworkwithme.Youcanalwaysfindworktodowhereveryouare.Youcanreadasmuchasyoulikewhenyouareatmyhome.”Apartfromthetwoyoungpeople,aneducatoralsocametoourgathering.Thus,wecouldonlytalkaboutliteratureatthedinnertable.Once,afterdrinkingliquor,Ibecameveryhappyandsaid,“Literatureisthegreatestfreedomhumanshaveachieved,whichisthevalueithastothem.”Hearingthis,Xiaolongwasveryhappy.Xiaolongandhisgirlfriendstayedinmyhomeforhalfamonthbeforesayinggoodbye.LijunreturnedtouniversitytocontinueherstudiesandXiaolongwenttoErhaiLake,
Dali, ofYunnanProvince,founda
deserted cabin, and began writing his second book. He wanted to get hisworkspublished.Whenhetalkedtomeaboutthis,Itoldhimwritingwasasolitarybusiness;whetherhisbookscouldbepublisheddidnotmattertoomuch.
Weseldom contacted each other after that until one day in
2014 when he said he was on the way to ChamdoofTibetwithLijuntoteachasavolunteer.Iknewthathavingattemptedtowritenovels,hewasalsowritingmanypoems.Occasionally,hesentmesomeforcomment.Itwasnoteasytocommentonpoetry.Ifoundinhis
poemsthatXiaolongobstinatelystayedwithbinaryopposition,eitherthisorthat,brightnessordarkness.Ihadheardtoomuchpreachinglikethissinceyouth,soIdonotacceptsuchadichotomyoftheworld.Literatureblendsmulti-levels,whileexpressionofemotionisoftenoverused.Italkedwithhimabouttwoissues:Onewastheself-disciplineofliteratureandtheotherwastheimportanceofrestraintintheuseofthewrittenword.Ifthereisaliterarycountry,Ibelievepeopletheresincerelytalkaboutliterature,tendingtobemorecriticalandlesscomplimentary.Inthewinterof2015,followingayearofvolunteerteaching,XiaolongandLijunvisitedmeagaininYunnan.Iwasgratifiedtoseethemeventuallymarry,astheirrelationshiphadseenmanydifficulties,butitturnedoutasfortunateforthetwoloverstocometogether.However,literature,whichboundustogether,hadbecomelessconspicuousduetothecamera.Infact,Xiaolongdidn’tbuyanythingforhimselfexceptablackLeica.Thechildreninhisphotoswereimpressiveandstorieshetoldabouttheprotagonistswereunforgettableandunexpected.XiaolongandLijunhadfacedthepessimisticrealitywithgoodhopescherishedwithintheiryounghearts.YetI
had adifferent view on volunteerteaching.Giventhis,we tried to avoidtopics about literature.OneyearofvolunteerteachingmadeXiaolongmoremature,butlesstalkative.Hewasfullofoptimismandpassionforphotography,ashehadpreviouslybeenforliterature.
IwassurprisedthatXiaolongcontactedthepresstopublishhisbook,anddidnotexpectthathewouldaskme,wholivesinadeepmountain,towritethepreface.IknewIcouldnotevadeitanddidn’tknowhowtowriteit.Aftercarefullyreadinghisarticlesandlookingathisphotos,Ijustwroteabouthowwegottoknoweachotherandsomebitsandpiecesofourstory.Hislanguageissimple,butradiatesthewarmthofaheart.Hisbook
providesdeepinsightintothesympatheticnatureofhumanbeings.Itisabookonthehumanmind,andisaninterpretationofcompassionthatmanyliteraryworksendeavortoexpress.Thisprefacemaybedisappointing,butpleasetakeitonlyasanotherinterpretationofhisworks.
 
August 20, 2016
 
 
 
Teacher,
Can I Get Out of the Mountain?
 
I often stood with the children on the slope
outside the school to envision the world beyond the mountains. This slope was
our paradise. We read aloud as if to be heard by the children’s parents at the
foot of the mountain. After school, we would come to the slope to play.
Sometimes, I’d rush out and see their backs vanishing out of sight. Even though
we said goodbye on the slope every day after school, I would still stand there
each time. “Goodbye, Mr. Xiaolong!” “GeleGele.” (Tibetan for “take it easy.”)
Some children said goodbye while running; others shouted “See you, Mr.
Xiaolong!” even after they were out of sight.
 
There were a few nights when we werebrave and
sang aloud on the slope. The Milky Way rambled silently in the night sky. Our
singing echoed between the valley and villages, and seemed to bring joy to the
people at the foot of the mountain.
 
Whenever I stood on that slope with the
children, I felt extremely relaxed and hap- py. There was an impenetrable wall
be- tween this school and other “strict” schools. Here, outside the wall, we
happily breathed fresh air. As children of Kham, growing upon the free land,
they couldn’t stand a tense classroom.
 
In this school, however, teachers not only
imparted knowledge, but in most casesalso acted as strict and fair “judges.”
Stu- dents in Kham were very naughty, some even fought fiercely. If teachers
were not strict with them, their performance at school couldn’t be improved.
More im- portantly, their personal safety could not be ensured. I saw a child
kneeling in front of his teacher, pleading, “Please, don’t ask me to go to
school!” He was a child of the Village Head, often scared into wak- ing up
because he was afraid his teacher would beat him. Before we left the school,
the top student in the class wrote to Ajun: “Miss Ajun is the best teacher because
she has never beaten me.” All the teachers laughed when they saw this note.
 
In Sangan, Kham (on the border between
Sichuan and Tibet), family power was stressed, so people could be brutal and
warlike. Several times, students from strong families bullied students from
weak ones, even throwing stones at each other. When students were bullied, they
didn’t dare tell their parents since their family power was too weak to fight
back. The only person they could tell was the teacher. Once, a student was hit on
the head with a stone. When he arrived at school the next day, having noticed
his wound, I grabbed a large stick. The boys who had beaten the student saw me
with the stick and were so frightened that they cried. After that, they did not
fight again.
 
Perhaps they could never get out of this
mountainous area and see the outside world. What likely awaited them was this
tract of land and herds of cattle and sheep. Yet most of the children admired
books and knowledge. When the teacher gave dictionaries to them, they all held
the dictionaries in their hands for the entire day, treating the dictionaries
as their friends. Many children were still in second grade despite being nearly
13 years old, and the school only offered courses through third grade. To continue
their education, stu- dents had to attend school in a township 20 kilometers
away. Even before I finished my volunteer teaching, many children had dropped
out of school and began their life as cowboys or cowgirls with their elderbrothers
and sisters. Given these unfortu- nate circumstances, many villagers repeat-
edly requested that I help their children.
 
To us, this destiny was pathetic. Educators
tried to encourage their students to “get out of the mountain” or “get out of
the countryside” to pursue personal devel- opment in big cities. However, as a
result, many of them changed their true nature in big cities or even forgot
their roots, another kind of loss.
 
We did experience the happiness of pas-
turing as well. Children were in pairs and seniors in groups, singing ballads,
laughing, and talking. Still, as their teacher, I hoped from the bottom of my
heart that my students had dreams, hopes, and expecta- tions. When I heard
someone reading the text of “Let’s Get Out of the Mountain,” it seemed I was even
more excited than the children.
 
My
home is on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau,  
Where
you can see herds of cattle and sheep, 
Beautiful
snow-capped mountains and pretty girls. 
My
teacher told me that along the crooked path,
I
can get out of the mountain.
How
much I expect to see the fantastic world outside.
There
must be one day when your dreams come true!
 
Later, students not only learned to sing the
song, but tried to chant words and texts.
 
Tibetans in Kham were good at singing anddancing
by nature. When walking along a path, I often heard people singing from the
mountain, melodious and sweet, lingering in the valley. Sometimes, I would sing
along. Then, I would hear laughing and more reso- nant songs.
 
To me, life here was full of surprises and
happiness at every moment. However, I was not born here, so I could neither
guard the mountain ranges and rivers nor tear myself away from my dear family’s
deep love.
 
 
 
Going into the Mountain
 
This is a tract of land with hope, 
Just as on the hopeless sea,
The first glimmer of dawn you see. 
Home, is the endless field,
That is silent in water
To serve you at home like a bowl of green tea. 
Trodden by broken hooves
Was the hometown of green grass.
When meeting after a long separation, 
You are like a fearless army,
But I am like a timid deserter, 
Hiding myself in your fatherly arms,
Like them-
The children you brought up including me. 
Oh, the Earth,
Whoever can grow up without your nurture? 
Going into the mountain,
We are like newborn babies,
Trying to find the homeward journey of our life.

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