Endless Mountain Ranges

Toweringly high peaks,

The pride and embrace of the earth,

Awaiting the passing of day and night,

And responding to the call of nature.

Majestic mountain ranges like thresholds,

Sealing off time, sealing off air,

They disappear from sight under dark clouds,

Yet light illuminates them in the sunlight.

Looking down from the mountains, everything changes,

Streams flow ceaselessly, human presence is scarce.

They seem like inviolable territories,

A gateway connecting the sky and the earth.

Every mountain scenery has its own story,

Perhaps a stroke in a slumbering myth,

Or a legend passed down for thousands of years,

Witnessing the traces of wind and rain, bearing the weight of history.

Wandering through the mountains, it's tranquil and peaceful,

Facing a gentle breeze whispering in the face,

Listening to the cicadas, smelling the streams,

The soul indulges in the embrace of nature.

The glory of the mountains lies not only in their towering height,

But in their embodiment of human spirit and culture,

They stand forever, unwavering,

Opening up marvelous unknowns for us.

Every mountaintop ascent is a challenge to oneself,

And in looking back at the distance, one sees grander landscapes.

Within these endless mountain ranges, we find growth and determination,

And enjoy the beauty and tranquility of life in nature.