We seemed to have stepped into a dream world: the mountains stood in the fog, and the mist lingered in the mountains. The fog surrounds the mountain, and the mountain is surrounded by the fog, vaguely hazy, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, making us feel as if we are in a fairyland. We are drifting around with the wind, as if we have turned into fog ourselves, playing with our friends in the mountains, surrounding tourists, and playing hide and seek with them. A gust of cool wind blew by, my heart was shaken, and my soul returned to my body. Neither the top of the mountain nor the edge of the fog could be seen, only the moving crowds and fluttering flags stretching forward. Each of us has the eagerness to try and the courage to conquer all mountains.
