The more you go up, the more you feel that the Buddha is out of reach, and gradually it is tired and not to take the breath. I only feel that the strength of speaking is gone. A mountain breeze blows, and I feel cool in my heart. Sitting on the steps, looking back at the road, but seeing the reckless mountains pile up, only to realize that it has been far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, the green mountains wash away the glitz of the world.