But it is those pine trees that "suck in the green clouds and die prematurely" that bring people's soul to a sublime realm. They are not afraid of high mountains. They have rooted their roots in the crevices of the cliffs. They twist their bodies like coiled dragon pillars and spread their branches and leaves in mid-air, as if they are fighting for the sky with the strong wind and dark clouds, or playing with the breeze and white clouds. Some pine trees look through the autumn water, but they don't see you coming. They go up to a high place alone and look sideways.

Some pine trees are like a big dark green umbrella, waiting for you. Some pine trees are enjoying themselves and look cool.

No matter what, they all make you feel that they are the natural masters of Mount Tai, and it seems as if no one is missing the other.