I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.
To cross the Yellow River, climb the snowy Taihang Mountain.
I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.
It's hard to go, it's hard to go,
There are many roads, so it's safe now.
Sometimes, let my muddy sails sail straight through the deep sea.
This is Li Bai's poem It's Hard to Walk.
I think many of Li Bai's poems are very inspirational, so I might as well have a look.