Today, I climbed Dayi Mountain with my mother. After the rain, it cleared up, Dayi Mountain was clear-eyed, the whole mountain was clearer and clearer. I walked with my mother. The air in the mountain was very fresh and the mood was empty. There were a lot of Sanskrit sounds coming from the Shifo Temple in the distance. Suddenly I wondered why the ancients always loved mountains and rivers so much and wrote popular poems.