The beauty of the world is ten points, and nine points belong to Beijing. Tourists say the reason, pointing to Yuhan Mountain in the distance.
I want to climb the cold mountain, which is like an imperial hometown. The imperial hometown may be expected, but the cold mountains are difficult to rely on.
The only wish in my life is to spread my wings and fly into the cold mountains. Then it became a mountain stone, which turned into dust.
The dust dances with the mountain wind and never leaves the mountain all year round. The soul dances with the mountain wind and never leaves the mountain all year round.