Fighting! Baby! Don’t listen to the sound of leaves and wind in the forest. Why not whistle and walk slowly? A bamboo stick and straw sandals are lighter than a horse. Who’s afraid? Let the rain and mist be my companion in life. The chilly spring breeze wakes me from my drink. Slightly cold. The slanting sunlight on the mountain top welcomes me. Looking back at the previously desolate place, I return. There's no wind and rain, and no sunshine.