"I went to the small building alone in the late spring, and looked sadly at the fragrant grass road in Yuguan. After the news was broken, I met no one, but I returned to my embroidered house with my thin eyebrows. I sat and looked at the falling flowers in the sky and sighed, with wet spots and red tears on my sleeves. I have never traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, where can I find the teachings of my soul and dreams?" At that time, Mu Heng was in the first year of high school. When he listened to the teacher's lecture on appreciation of this poem in class, his heart was not disturbed.
Later, he traveled far across the ocean. At every difficult moment, he took out the only photo he took with Chun Nuan, and couldn't help but think of the phrase "Thousands of mountains and rivers have never been traveled, and where can I find the instructions for my dreams?"