The Fragrance of Medicine Speaks Silently, While the Forest of Steles Echoes

Medicine King Mountain is a place where reverence and quiet contemplation coexist. As I stepped through the mountain gate, a faint yet soothing aroma of medicinal herbs greeted me, as if the ancient remedies were still whispering in the wind. This is the resting place of Sun Simiao, the Medicine King, and the spiritual source of millennia-old medical wisdom. Towering ancient cypresses and a forest of stone steles stand here, each inscribed character resembling a silent recitation of a medical scripture. I paused for a long time before the statue of Sun Simiao, gazing at his kind and benevolent bronze visage. His timeless maxim, "A great physician must possess utmost sincerity," echoed in my mind. Medicine King Mountain taught me that medicine is not merely a skill but also an embodiment of compassion and responsibility. Here, there is no bustling marketplace, only the purest respect and heartfelt wishes. Amid this blend of nature and wisdom, I learned to bow my head in reverence—not only to people but also to nature and life itself.