High Mountains and Long Roads
Shouting is bursting-out silence，
And silence is a soundless call.
Whether passion or quietness，
I only hope
It is not boring.
If a distant place shouts to me，
I will walk towards it.
If a high mountain calls me，
I will walk towards it.
My feet might be grazed;
Let the setting sun paint the way.
My hands might be scratched;
Let the azaleas replace the brambles.
No roads are longer than the feet;
No mountains are higher than human beings.
