She rides a common donkey, avoiding the bustling official roads, traveling through mountains and across ridges, enduring wind and dew for a full ninety days along the way. There are no fine steeds galloping against the wind, only a silent, steadfast persistence step by step. The towering Yanshan Mountains finally appear before her eyes, her body covered in morning frost, holding a chest full of sincere devotion. Yet as she stands quietly before the mountain, looking back at this promised journey of a thousand miles through an uncertain road ahead, what kind of unpredictable destiny awaits her?