Growth is a song—a simple yet winding song, with movement and stillness, with joy and sorrow, with the grandeur of "a favorable wind will break the waves in time," with the melancholy of "people experience joy and sorrow, parting and reunion; the moon waxes and wanes, is bright and dim," and also with the open-mindedness of "picking chrysanthemums by the eastern fence, leisurely I see the southern mountain."