In the early morning, the Alishan train slowly started, shuttling through the misty forest. The wooden seats in the carriage exuded a faint pine scent, and outside the window was a continuous green bamboo forest and towering ancient trees. The train slowly climbed along the winding track, occasionally passing through a tunnel, and the view suddenly opened up, with the sea of clouds rolling underfoot, as if in a fairyland. The collision of the wheels and the rails was crisp and pleasant, accompanied by the birdsong in the mountains, like a symphony of nature. In front of the terminal, the sun filled the carriage, warm and quiet. This journey seemed to prolong time, making people indulge in the tranquility and beauty of the mountains.