"The desert lone smoke straight, the long river sunset round."
Gao Yana saw the landscape before her and couldn't help but recite the poem of the Poet Buddha, Wang Wei. In the past, she had no idea what the lone smoke straight and the sunset round depicted.
Seeing the scene now, she felt that there were no words more apt than those two lines of the Poet Buddha.
She was even grateful to her teacher for having forced her to memorize texts; otherwise, she would not have experienced such a wonderful emotion upon seeing this view today.
Xu Qing smiled, "As the ancients say, read ten thousand books and travel ten thousand miles."
If one hasn't read ten thousand books, the joy of traveling ten thousand miles is much reduced.
The beauty of a landscape lies not only in its colors but also in its culture.
Without the accumulation of ten thousand books, traveling is like eating meat. Though meat is undoubtedly excellent, without exquisite cooking, it's just food and not tasty enough.
