Sanqingshan, the first time I heard the name, think that it is "Journey to the West" in the westbound passing Tang Seng apprenticeship somewhere, is very magic charm of some of the. But think that it should be a school of figure who trained mountain looming in the clouds deep.
One day in May, with a lot of speculation and curiosity, we came to a pedestrian Sanqingshan. Stretching all the way along the foot of cars approaching, the people in the windows from time to time talking about, laughing with his hand pointing. The air already clean car windows up, the birds sound of great tits overshadowed car of the human voice. Overwhelming, deeply shallow green seems to spread all the way to the end of the day. All this urban jungle we reside far away, I can not help but trance up.
We rode a cable car, such as a boat, along the crest of green sea slowly rose. When nearly halfway up the mountain, there is a Baiyun Piao had our cars, have become hazy landscape in front of them. Green sea are no longer so unpredictable, such as the beach under the summer sun. Little bit of wildflowers, such as in the billowing waves of foam.
We have a hill to stop stepping on the forest toward a curved path called the "Anaconda coming out" place. The winding paths of office, it is clearly a natural mountain-spirited python's head and neck upright, its body hidden in a cave in the mountain. That leads to the foot python guarding a path Jinsha Village. I can not help thinking: In this article onto the path to escape the people want? While we "threw" to set foot path all the way down. Path is very wet in a shallow creek almost close to the ground, while flowing in the path side, while they overlap on the path, the next minute from the merry path of the side crossed over to the side. While we walk in the stream, the moment they stepped on a footpath on the edge of the leaves, those leaves will have been accumulated for many years, stepped up the limp. Suddenly, far from the path to a fellow head of which, we have been up the mountain, near the cable car was seen only in the few tourists and the villagers, this is the first one to enter a lens and art of people do. We asked him about the road he was very enthusiastic, said that this path is called golden shagou, next to the forks in the road could lead to the depths of Sanqingshan scenery more beautiful than here. Deeper inaccessible mountains, and perhaps tigers and bears it. Sanqingshan that there are a number of beasts. This is what we can hear leisurely charmed, suddenly feel that this mountain up to become profound. Walk, chatting without even realizing it is two o'clock in the afternoon. We went straight to hotel accommodation goddess.
That should be the residence of Tao Yuan-ming bar, holding a layer of clear hills and very simple wooden structure houses the slopes front of the house open, flat, full of wild flowers; the door stood a few of the bamboo chair, sitting 35 visitors. The house is facing ... ... as I look back, we can see the Goddess Peak. Goddess clothing tactics that sat off a cliff before floating in the air, micro-head bowed, pensive. What was she thinking? Must be far away in the East China Sea Jon bar.
Night, Long Yuet Shuxing, the breeze blowing gently, quietly, and occasionally heard sounds of animals. I looked on the tree mountain air, the grass flavor, flowers, birds to sleep.
Early morning, I wake up in the dawn. Not all bright days, I got up and opened the window and looked out, suddenly before his eyes the scenery awe, that's goddess side faces the window at me, like a mirror in front of his view Yunbin. A thin layer of clouds drifting across her hairline, such as the head of yarn gently fade, twinkle lights glow of her toilet, me? Where the cloud, as I, how to do with her image in the mirror?
We are living in the mountains ten days, music does not think of returning home. Qifengyidan, each are hidden behind the moving story; mist-shrouded, each one captivating memories are locked; spring waterfalls, each bead is an ancient legend bears.
To go, we follow a path Kitayama, under the same tree there is a little desolate mountain clear. Where do wrong? That we too nostalgia is still reluctant to part with the former mountain scenery the mood? I go back to looking for answers, there is no misty, no waterfalls wall, that mountains are strange, and some just one of many relics of the stone altar, and several dilapidated Taoist. And that altar, Taoist patterns and patterns I was told once incense here, vigorous. Mountain breeze blowing and I suddenly feel that this Review is a "Ghost Story" style: the pavilions, magnificent, Perry Central conscious, gentle and rich look back at one time had all but disappeared. Only a short wall Canyuan were left full of melancholy. Do I have the experience these days is an illusion?
So I finally understand that Sanqingshan not only into the poetry and art, but into the camera, she can fall asleep ... ...
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