Walk towards the mountain and encounter freedom .
The mountain doesn't see me. I go to see the mountain. Step on the winding mountain road, with the same pace and heartbeat.
The wind whispers in the ear, accompanied by rustling leaves. Every step of climbing is a contest with oneself; Every stop is for a more beautiful scenery.
Standing on the top of the mountain, overlooking the earth, the city is small, and the troubles dissipate. Mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, everything in the world belongs to me now.
It turns out that the meaning of mountain climbing is not to climb the top, but to sweat and insist on the way, as well as the moment of embracing nature.