Live at the Crossroads

Where there are mountains and water, there will naturally be a group of people. Where there are people, there will be villages. Where there are villages, there will be families at the intersections. The people who live at the crossroads are neither bad nor good; they are only those who get up early and work late at night. The wind passes here, the rain passes here, and the carriages and horses pass here. People still like to pass here, and they also like to stay here...