On the summer solstice of the Gui Mao year, I climbed a mountain with my colleague A and three college students we'd happened to meet.
It was a little-known mountain in our area. It wasn't tall, but it was lush and green, ringed with towering trees and embraced by clouds and mist. The scenery was beautiful.
I still remember how unusually fine the weather was that day: clear skies, fresh air, and a gentle breeze.
At the time, I thought it was just an ordinary day.
Looking back after all these years, I was like the fisherman from the Taoyuan tale of the Jin dynasty, who accidentally stumbled into an otherworldly paradise and was lucky enough to glimpse a little daylight from another world.
Theme: The world is so big, and I want to see it.
