The mountain is quiet and empty, the ridge is misty; deep in the clouds, there seems to be an immortal. What this place can grant is clear eyes and inner peace. Sitting around a pavilion, looking at the light, the window seems to be the best picture frame in the scribe's study, used to cut out the mountain and wild scenery, but also used to capture the poetic meaning contained in the four seasons. People can catch the wind and clouds in the sprawling beauty of the mountain top, allowing their thoughts to drift far away with the scenery in the sunrise and moonset and the withering of the grass and trees, soaking in tranquility for a moment to return to their most genuine selves in the moment of looking into the far distance.