You ask me what freedom is? It is Wugong Mountain at the end of July

Freedom is the courage to set off without hesitation with a 30-pound backpack on your back🌿 It is the stone steps heated by the sun, sweat-soaked clothes clinging to your back, yet your steps grow more determined👣 It is the dappled golden sunlight filtering through dense forests and the crisp chirping of insects by your ears🐛 It is standing at the top of Hero Slope, the wind carrying the fresh scent of alpine meadows into your arms, instantly blowing away all fatigue💤 Freedom is camping late at night, the wind howling outside the tent, while the headlamp inside glows with warm yellow light🔦 It is waking up at six in the morning to break camp, wrapped in a windbreaker waiting in the cold wind for the first ray of sunrise that dyes the sea of clouds orange-red🌅 It is crossing the watershed ridge, where the meadows underfoot stretch to the horizon, all you see is healing green💚 It is dropping your backpack and collapsing on the Golden Summit, drinking ice-cold cola while watching the clouds roll by, feeling completely relaxed without a care🧘‍♀️ Two days and one night of heavy backpacking, worn-out shoes, sun-darkened face, but gaining the wildest freedom🥰 It turns out freedom is never aimless wandering, but the boldness to pursue what you love despite knowing the mountain path is rugged🥳 It is in nature, finding peace in solitude and the strength to fight fatigue✨