25岁的忆,一个娇气温顺的小姑娘,是我的老乡,北漂。听说她去年7月勇敢地辞职跑去了西藏。做梦也想不到平时寡言少语的她居然有如此勇气,但是在她得意地向我们展示一路上拍的照片时,才知道,这一切原来真的不是道听途说的谣言。忆变得黑了,不再是以前那个浮躁天真的女孩,她的脸上 25-year-old memories, a delicate gentle girl, is my fellow, North drift. I heard that she resigned bravely in July last year and went to Tibet. She had never dreamed of the usual occasional paucity of words, but when she proudly showed us photographs taken along the way, she realized that it was really not a hearsay rumor. Memory becomes dark, no longer the impetuous naive girl, her face