That was the first time I encountered that mountain, naturally I couldn't listen to kind advice. I firmly believe I can overcome all obstacles; there are many beautiful sceneries on the journey, but I never stop to admire them. In my eyes, there is only that mountain. Even if I crash and bleed, I think I must be crazy, but I only want to climb that mountain.

But in the world, most people return empty-handed, their interest waning.
Later, I realized that losing a bit more of the moon was what I was supposed to lose. After all these years, the mountain is still the mountain, and I am still me. Knowing that I cannot do it and doing it anyway is my greatest sincerity.
I finally crossed that mountain and realized that the green waters flow endlessly, the long wind still blows, and everything I see is myself. The mountain is still the mountain, and I am still me.
When I talk about that mountain again, my tone is no longer filled with obsession, only calmness remains. The mountain is still the mountain, and I am still me. I just finally understand that the meaning of climbing a mountain is never to conquer it, but to fulfill myself.