Passing by a jungle, there are cliffs in front of me, crossing the river in the cliffs and deep valleys, the mountains and fields are right in front of me, and the mountains and fields have been in front of me for a long time. Leave this world behind and come and experience this story. I never expected you to be here. The identity of a hermit wraps up the worldly heart, and the earthly world cannot contain these bits and pieces of corrosion. Looking back, looking back again...
The bridleway has become a road, and the person holding the rope has changed his role. Our eyes are dim and we no longer know where we are, what we are doing, and who can see these stories clearly. Maybe, maybe no one can see clearly, and some can't see clearly...
Hey, who is that? Have you seen the mountains and fields?
Ah, it seems to be a left turn five kilometers ahead.
There was a sudden sound of gears and ringing in the ears. I can't hear it clearly. Is it the chirping of a bird? Is it water flow? What is it?
I know, let's go, it's time for me to go back.