I am a child who grew up in a very remote mountain countryside. I remember when I was six years old, my mother pointed to the other side of the mountain and said: Child, what is the outside of the mountain like? Do you know? I looked over there and shook my head and said: There are many fresh things over there, different from our mountains. Baby, do you want to go out and see when you grow up? I looked at the mountain stream shrouded in the fog and nodded.