I had mixed feelings when climbing the mountain. What you see arouses your heart; The bleak scenery of Qiu Jiang evokes his wandering life experience and permeates his old illness and loneliness. The poet looked up at the rustling leaves and looked down at the rolling river, thus thinking of his situation in another country, old and sick, giving birth to infinite sadness, preparing for the suffering of the country, worrying about his family, making his hair white, and even more difficult to let go because of illness and lack of alcohol.