Open to the north wind, the plain is far away,
Only the words of the sun and the moon are inexhaustible, how can it be clear?
Feeling and Singing: (Journey 18)
Climb Mount Tai and make a small world. At the end of Lingyun, the more you look at other people's world, the smaller it is.
I call myself at the top of Mount Tai. Who can see the world? What is this?