The glacier is silent, but time has a voice

Deep in the snow-capped mountains of Western Sichuan lies the truest form of time. Those glaciers formed over billions of years, like blue crystals embedded in the mountains, their surfaces crisscrossed with ice cracks, as if nature has carved a code with the passage of time, telling the story of Earth's changes. Approaching the glacier, you can hear the tinkling of water flowing beneath the ice, clear and distant, like echoes from ancient times. Sunlight reflects off the ice surface, casting a dreamy blue glow, making you feel as if you are in a fairy tale world of ice and snow, where even your breath becomes cautious, afraid to disturb this sleeping tranquility. At the foot of the mountain, the lake is embraced by the snow mountains, its water pure blue, like the tears flowing from the snow mountains, or a palette spilled from the sky. The mani stones piled high by the lake have each been touched by devout hands, inscribed with faint scriptures, standing quietly in the wind and snow, guarding the sacredness of this land. When dusk falls, the setting sun dyes the snow mountains a warm orange-red, and the glacier sheds its cold exterior, glowing softly. At this moment, the snow mountains are no longer distant and aloof, but carry a touch of warmth. They silently watch the sunrise and moonset, the changing seasons, and generations of travelers coming and going, always bearing the weight of time with the most steady posture. Here, you suddenly understand that true eternity never needs words. Western Sichuan Travel Route