I originally wanted to quit the coachman and go up the mountain alone, but he insisted on taking the money to take me to my destination. Seeing that he neatly tied the carriage and horses to the roadside and took off my luggage, I did not refuse his kindness.
"My old bones are still very strong!" I reached out to pick up my luggage, but he carried it all on his back and walked in front of me.
It was April, the air in the mountains was crisp, and the birds were flying up and down among the trees. After walking through a muddy path and stepping on artificially paved stone slabs, the cherry blossoms in the middle of the mountain came into view.
"I wonder what the master is doing here in this barren mountain?" He asked without looking back.
"I just came to see my old friend who lives here in seclusion."
Purpose: To celebrate the beauty of true feelings