Hesitating, as if spring is coming, far away, far away, high in the wilderness, looking at the distant mountains full of flowing light, far away. The mountains and rivers are dangerous, the wind and clouds are changing, and I'm going back and forth. I'm afraid I won't be able to reach where I want to go. However, there was an indomitable courage in his heart, just like the pine and cypress on the mountain. Between heaven and earth, there is a vast expanse of red dust and waves of vanity and noise, but I stand firm and hold on to the inner world. Only in this way can we not envy the immortals and the mandarin ducks for their independence and freedom.