I am not Ximen Qing.

Song Yu and Yang Yulei are shooting a fashion advertisement for a female model.

"you……"

"Go make friends scary."

Zhang Sheng really wanted to join the advertising shoot, but the female model in the red cheongsam seemed afraid of his presence and had already hidden her pretty face inside the observation gate of the Great Wall.

"He's afraid that you, Superman, will go to make friends."

He looked into the distance and saw Alice and Sophia struggling to climb to the top of the city wall.

"Sir, hurry up and go after them. Don't let the children look down on old Chinese men."

"I'm not an old man."

“Friend, you look like an old man now, it’s terrifying.”

"Time, waiting for time's judgment, how pitiful."

"You too."

"No, we're taking fashion photos for beautiful girls. Don't waste your time, go make some friends."

Zhang Sheng shook his head; making friends was impossible.

"Don't give up the hope of making friends you man be champion."

Standing on the Great Wall, atop the mountain ridge, a strange scare arose. Suddenly, his body felt light and agile, no longer fatigued, as a snow queen with blonde hair and blue eyes approached. In his past impressions, European and American girls had rough skin, with clearly visible pores. He often thought it was evidence of incomplete evolution, but the goddess before him made him realize that even girls from other races could be ethereal.

The fairies and their companions chatted and struck different poses, enjoying the awe-inspiring experience the Great Wall offered. He, like a gaggiant, stared intently at the Rhine fairies from Wagner's paintings. Their skin, as translucent as purple jade and white snow, shimmered with the radiant light of spring, echoing the layers of white flowers atop the rolling mountains. Like an eagle surveying the rugged peaks, only the eagle could truly understand the grandeur of the Great Wall, a wall like a dragon, winding its way through treacherous passes and stretching towards the distant horizon.

She was so beautiful! She made one forget the existence of mountains, rivers, the sky, and the universe. In the distance, atop the mountain ranges, nestled at the foot of the Great Wall, were houses and mulberry fields; she stretched out her jade-like arms, waving to the sky.

"Snow White, Snow White."

"Sir, you're a dwarf." Their mocking laughter rang in my ears.

"Where are you? Who is talking to me?" This was a scary hallucination he was experiencing.

The fairy seemed to notice Zhang Sheng's overly absorbed gaze, but she didn't care. She turned around and occasionally turned back with a teasing smile, a radiant smile that was too beautiful.

We are friends.

We are friends.

It's such a pity we couldn't be friends. She was like a lively angel, disappearing into the crowds on the Great Wall in the blink of an eye.

Alice and Sophia sat quietly on a rectangular, multi-functional table and chair made of blue bricks on the Great Wall, which served as a resting place for tourists. They were enjoying the fantasy that the Great Wall evoked in their hearts, seemingly unaware that Zhang Sheng was quietly walking past them.

"Make friends."

They completely ignored Zhang Sheng's greetings, as if he didn't exist. Zhang Sheng shook his head. They were so happy, chatting in English. He felt embarrassed to disturb their private conversation. Perhaps they were exchanging information about their experiences at the international school, or maybe they were talking about the Great Wall, as if the Great Wall had become a bridge to the world, connecting all the cities on the earth's surface, allowing humanity to rediscover that they once shared a common language.

The Great Wall broke God's spell, transcending borders, race, and skin color. Black Pearl, with her smooth, Caribbean skin, exuded a unique Caribbean exoticism. The slim black man was a young man with brown skin. He tried his best to shield Black Pearl's gaze; she was his darling. They were immersed in the kisses of love, in their private sky and space of affection within the gate of the Great Wall.

A Russian mother and her young son stood atop the Great Wall, taking photos of him and gazing at the towering mountains, creating a magnificent view of the earth. In the distance, further still, the Great Wall seemed to transform into a winding white line, a dragon totem.

"Meng Jiangnu, would Meng Jiangnu cry down the Great Wall?"

"Oppa, Oppa," the child called out to her father. It's said that Koreans depict the Ming Dynasty as a lion, Japan as a mouse, and Korea as a cat—a self-deprecating joke from Japanese entertainment programs. Ancient Korea truly looked down on the Japanese archipelago.

"That's almost ninety degrees."

When the older woman saw Zhang Sheng hesitating, she noticed that he was indeed staring at the steep, scary steps, and it seemed that he was reminded of Sima Tai. The scary feeling that Sima Tai had once had was reappearing.

"Oh, you just came down?"

"Yes, don't be afraid, I climb the Great Wall eight or nine times a year."

"awesome."

"Climbing the Great Wall fascinates me. Every moment is a completely different experience in spring, summer, autumn and winter. It's so breathtaking!"

"This is my second time climbing the Great Wall."

"When did it start?"

"five years ago."

"What a pity!"

"I just realized the significance of climbing the Great Wall."

"You'll feel completely different once you go up there."

Two little boys are bravely climbing up, with their parents constantly telling them to keep their posture. Children seem to be born fearless.

“I have never been afraid before.”

“Scary is because he’s been on flat ground for too long. Think about the generals and the warriors and soldiers who guard the frontier. They not only live here, but they also have to fight all the time. What’s climbing these steep steps?”

He stopped looking to either side and instead looked down at the steps, gripping the steps in front of him with both hands. His mind was at peace, and this was the end of fear. The Great Wall of Foshan was a stairway to heaven, and he rode freely on a dragon.

What does it feel like up there? He was sitting on the stone bricks, observing everything around him. The bald foreigner was wearing glasses, cropped pants, and had a muscular build.

“It’s so beautiful here!”

"You don't be scary anymore."

"I am simply happy and content right now."

The girl was alluring with fair skin, and seemed to really like the boy beside her, her eyes filled with tender affection. What an unusual couple! The Chinese girl spoke English, and the foreign boy spoke Chinese; they appeared to be a couple in a cross-cultural relationship, just entering the early stages of communication.

“University university university.“

The dragons traversing the Great Wall's mountain ridges are a totem of China. More than just a defensive wall against invaders, these dragons, flowing across the undulating mountain peaks, represent the dragon spirit—not brutality or barbarity, but civilization and an indomitable spirit. They surge along the vast mountain ranges.

One of the Pakistani gentlemen from South Asia was filming another's experience of outer space. He was lost in a dreamlike fantasy of cosmic spacetime, believing only the Great Wall could overcome Earth's gravity and instantly transport his fantasy into space. Zhang Sheng no longer paid attention to the Chinese girl; he thought she was ugly. Her type was bald foreigners. The girl's lecherous gaze at Zhang Sheng was filled with contempt and mockery, yet she deliberately adopted a fawning demeanor towards foreigners. Zhang Sheng felt he also needed to go to university and take selfies imagining falling into the endless universe, imagining how wonderful it would feel to float in space.

"Great, you smooth away the scary sense, you are not be scary."

“Scary I'm scary.”

As the elderly white man climbed down the steps, he spoke to Zhang Sheng, saying, "You have finally overcome the weaknesses of human nature."

The older woman was still sitting down there, enjoying it all. The white old man and Zhang Sheng nodded to each other, and he said a lot of things in English. Zhang Sheng didn't know what to say.

"where you e from".

"the United States".

"What's your job?"

I am retired.

"Great, you are great man."

"you know the regime washington."

"I know."

“I’m going to Mount Tai, Mount Huang, and Shanghai.”

"I am ready going to the other places in the world free travel for sixty seven days."

"We are friends."

"Yeah, we make friends."

"Alice, Sophia, follow me."

"ladies and gentlemen, now you can take off your masks."

Song Yu presided over the meeting, saying, "Now you should have great experiences."

Zhang Sheng and the American old man shook hands. "We make friends, now we are friends."

I love you.

I love you.

A beautiful goddess kisses a bald foreign young man.

"We are friends uncle, and we can write to each other in China."

"The champion is the lover."

Song Yu declared the beautiful goddess and the bald, white-haired young man the champions. Everyone was no longer afraid or wary; this was a completely new experience the Great Wall had given them. Why was this? Now, let's enter the carnival feast! Tonight, there will be a bonfire party, where those who can sing will sing, those who can dance will dance, and those who can play instruments will provide accompaniment.

"Why is that? On the Great Wall, why is that? Zhang Sheng, you made foreign friends, and in a completely relaxed and free state. You gained pure friendship without any ulterior motive. I know you've taken a liking to that girl from the Foreign Languages ​​Institute, and she likes that white guy. It's nothing. Speaking English and Chinese are just excuses. They have pure love, love and affection for each other without any ulterior motive. That's the greatness of the Great Wall. On the Great Wall, anything is possible."

"Why did they all leave me?"

"No, you know an international friend."

That's not my goal.

"what is your purpose?"

"It's a relief, I was so tired."

"Yes, there are ghosts who turn into real humans, but on the Great Wall, it's like a dream."

"Can't you find peace until you've won that girl's heart?"

"No, what about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow? What about the future? I'm so tired."

"You, me, them, aren't we all the same? Look how happy we are now, but in less than a day, they'll be back to how they were before."

"why?"

"You'll still be alone tomorrow, just like before, without any friends."

"You'll do the same tomorrow."

“Yes, I thought things would change after I went to America, but nothing changed. It’s still the same, just like before, Scary.”

“Scary and I became friends because of Scary.”

"Just like your brave heart now, old man."

Why did he become friends with me?

"He's alone, just like you."

"I still long for him to retire and travel the world."

"I think the meaning of travel is a process of constantly transforming from ghosts into a human liberation."

"I envy them for still being able to experience genuine joy. When I was on the Great Wall, I felt like I was still human."

"Now they're ghosts again, ghosts."

There seems to be a certain feeling, a transition from reality to dream, and dreams are undoubtedly the best remedy for healing. There are nightmares, erotic dreams, and dreams of love. However, the Zhuangzi-style dream is the most carefree dream, where the soul is both subjective and objective, and all things possess a spirit—that's the best explanation of a dream. It blurs the lines between reality and reality, a complete objectification. Wanting to fly, like an eagle in the sky, a bird in the forest, wanting freedom, one doesn't need to learn any Taoist arts or magic; simply becoming a part of the dream is enough.

Living is indeed like enduring all kinds of trials in hell. Above the mountain is heaven, below is hell. Without entering hell, how can one understand the greatness of Ksitigarbha? Without entering hell, how can one know the path to liberation? Like wild geese, they fly south because it's getting cold in Beijing. What drives these geese to migrate north and south? The geese undoubtedly understand the meaning of life; science means striving for better survival. Are Beijing's wetlands more suitable for swallows to grow in the summer? The geese could choose a more comfortable way to live, but they still choose to migrate through the four seasons because that makes their flock more resilient.

But human life feels empty; no wild goose understands the call of nature's untamed spirit. That call from the distant wilderness is more meaningful than living in a comfortable cage, which is why the wild goose understands the wonder of the seasons' cycle. In winter, one can stroll along the Broken Bridge in the snow-covered West Lake, admiring the Bai Causeway built by Bai Juyi, or follow the Su Causeway built by Su Dongpo, fully appreciating the sentiments of ancient Chinese literati. In spring, one can return to the northern wetlands, reveling in the stirrings of life.

The revival of all things and the journey through different times and spaces allow the soul to be reborn, bursting forth with the surging impulse of life. They lack the imagination of painters, writers, musicians, and artists; they simply wish to follow the march of the universe. Flying in neat V-formations in the sky, led by a lead goose, they soar back and forth ceaselessly. In the vastness of the universe, they are insignificant, yet the geese possess lofty ideals and pursuits. Sometimes, thinking about it, humanity is not even as good as a wild goose; our thoughts and souls are bound by greed, fear, and pain—how depraved we are! How shameless our civilization has become!

What are these worries? Beyond the house, car, salary, and luxurious lifestyle deep within marriage and love, it turns out that wild geese are the true hermits who retreat to the deep mountains, while humans live like gluttonous pigs, essentially no different from a constantly insatiable breeding boar. Humanistic sentiments, even those of Su Dongpo, Bai Juyi, Yuan Zhen, and Du Mu, are ridiculed in the secular world as merely romantic poets.

Both men and women have indeed gone mad. Menelaus will forgive Helen's infidelity, he will choose to duel Paris, and there will be no more redemption with the Odyssey's return home. The great Homer is undoubtedly great; at least the heroes in his epics are people who dare to love and hate, and who have flesh and blood and souls.

King Zhou of Shang and King You of Zhou were both great heroes who sought to win the smiles of beautiful women. At the very least, they understood that living was not just about wealth and glory; in fact, they were resurrected from destruction.

But men and women today live with extreme hypocrisy. Du Fu's thatched cottage, Liu Yuxi's "Inscription on My Humble Abode," and Zhang Dai's "Viewing Snow at the Lake Pavilion" are like successful city dwellers mocking contemporary hermits in Zhongnan Mountain—they are all failures unable to survive in civilized society. Civilization has afflicted humanity's spirit and mind with a serious illness. To live better, one must be like those who have achieved fame and success.

Modern civilization has no right to mock Fan Jin, who wrote the eight-legged essay to gain fame and fortune. Fan Jin fell ill and went mad, but a resounding slap from his father-in-law brought him back to his senses.

Wu Jingzi never imagined that the characters in his works would become such great figures in modern civilization. He wanted to express the harm of the rigid, formulaic writing style of the imperial examinations. Over the centuries, the characters he created have become vivid, flesh-and-blood, and principled human beings. Some are alive but already dead, some are dead but still live on—how ironic. Now, humanity is alive but already dead; they are no longer human, but AI, the mechanical machines created by civilization. Scientists worry about artificial intelligence, but in reality, humanity is no different from machines now, treating life as if it were an ant trampled underfoot.

Living, surviving, and dying are all meaningless waiting, a waste of time. How can one know death without knowing life? This is indeed the ultimate question that humanity's most thoughtful philosophers have been trying to solve.

Searching in the Four Books and Five Classics, searching in ancient texts, we find that living forever is humanity's most extravagant pursuit, something pharmaceutical giants have been striving for. Living forever is the most painful thing. In truth, living is less humane than that of pigs, dogs, and cats; in human civilization, they are merely pets for amusement. Humans, on the other hand, hypocritically claim to possess a virtuous and benevolent morality, pursuing universal love and compassion.

Civilization has long since broken the rules of the universe's endless cycle of life; will is a human right.

"The Great Wall is not the Great Wall as Kafka understood it."

"Yes, because he is a foreigner."

"The Great Wall is so magnificent, but only Qin Shi Huang and Emperor Wu of Han truly understood it."

"why?"

"Qin Shi Huang and Emperor Wu of Han believed in the power of mythology, and the Great Wall was a totem of the dragon!"