Like a Buddhist who takes three steps and kowtows, I am devoutly at the foot of Mount Fanjing, in the arms of Mount Fanjing, in the wrinkles of my old father, in the white hair of my old mother, in the dark eyes of children, in the hair of girls, in the rain, in the wind, in the snow, in the flowers, under the boulders, under the waterfalls, in the fields, In the fields, on the plowshare behind the oxen, in shops, restaurants, in rivers, in primeval forests, in the sky and the sea of clouds, in the Golden Summit and the Black Bay River, in your heart, in the embrace of the everlasting holy mountain, in this land that has nurtured my ancestors for generations, I pursue the soul of the mountain.
Every mountain has a unique soul,
The soul of my sacred Fanjing Mountain is in the ordinary life of every mountain person and in your heart.