One Lifetime, Don't Live for the Sake of Face

Of the seven hundred miles along the Three Gorges, both banks are connected by mountains, with only a few gaps,The cliffs rise steeply, obscuring the sky and blocking out the sun; it is not until the midday hour,When urgent imperial orders arrive, the troops may set out from Bai Di, and by evening they arrive at Jiangling, a distance of a thousand two hundred miles. Even with a swift ride on a galloping steed, they do not hasten,In spring and winter, the waters are clear and tranquil, with emerald pools and shimmering reflections,Many strange pines grow in the craggy, desolate areas, alongside hanging springs and roaring waterfalls, a place of beauty and intrigue,The pines are thriving and magnificent, many interesting features,Whenever the morning sun appears, or the first frost, the forest is cold and still, and often one hears the long, mournful cries of eagles,These sounds evoke a sense of mystery and loneliness, echoing through the deep valleys, lingering for a long time.