Tao Hongjing's description of the immortal capital of the desire realm may not be described in Zhangjiajie, but I think the beauty of Zhangjiajie is fully worthy of this title.
People who have come here, in terms of souls, perhaps many people will have an indescribable sense of intimacy and belonging to it.
Like a young, beautiful and gentle mother, it brings you fragrant joy and refreshing love. Let the tired soul suddenly return to peace and stability, and a attachment silently arises in the heart.
Twenty years ago, I came here for the first time. The rolling hills along the way seemed to be no different from my hometown, but when I was stuck in the fatigue of the journey, I was shocked by the glimpse. I thought of it, that sentence raised in the deep boudoir unknown, a glimpse of the world shocked the world.
I marveled at the straight and clean towering of these mountains, and the stone pens were surrounded by clouds and mist, as if they were the dragon pillars in the Heavenly Palace, as if they were the Dinghai God Needles in the Dragon Palace.
Do they suck on rain dew? It seems that there is none. The few pine trees on the top of the hill that were like forked brushes didn't seem to need much rain. These tops of the mountain, the grass on the rocks, are just telling you that it is a mysterious being with life.
If you are willing to climb to the top, you will find that the sea is like a rolling white wave in the sun, changing endlessly, those mountains, all at once hidden, illusion makes you produce, you are in the immortal world, you are the immortal, the sea of clouds stretches under your feet.
I heard that there is also the South Heavenly Gate here, and through that magical small gate, you can see the gods? I didn't dare to try, and looked at the bright moon-like doorway from a distance, with respect.
There's a romance you haven't had in your life.
Such a clean and enchanting wonderland makes me feel inexplicably close. Maybe it's the mountains, some like a family that loves each other, some like book children who love books, some like a wonderful pen that loves to stir up words... Its beauty, its literary tone, its slow beat, its freshness, its harmony...
Not only that, but it also satisfies my first memories of the original mountain forest. If you walk down the mountain and come across a place close to the soil, the trees here will suddenly increase, and the jungle and vines will occasionally become entangled, without speaking. The jungle is bright and dark, beating in the light, maybe at this time, you are worried about something, but you will immediately be happy again, and can't help but move closer to it - the cute golden monkey suddenly came out in the jungle and welcomed you. Some of them sit on the rocks high above the mountain gate and look out into the distance, looking at the guests who come from afar, like a welcome gentleman, and like a monk in this secluded valley; some jump from this tree to that tree, and suddenly appear next to you, lovingly stretching out their hands with you and receiving gifts from your hands; some holding little monkeys and feeding, while monkey fathers are combing their wives' hair and showing love in public... Occasionally, a butterfly or two, dragonflies, and an unknown bird call or two will pop up, making you feel that this is a real human, cute jungle.
Fresh, calm, gentle, loving, romantic, smiling, like, many words, this time will rush out.
However, the most fascinating thing is the emerald turquoise and clear stream.
I wonder if it sucked enough of the green of the mountain forest, or whether it had tasted the spirit of the mountain? Walking through rocks large and small, silky and amber, it reminds me of soft as jade. Its clean appearance makes you want to become a water weed in its water, softly waving in the water, as if it is not being pushed, but enjoying the touch of mother's love.
It is the spring, it is the gentlest lover of the mountain, and it is also the beauty I would like to be close to.
Cool breeze, sparkling waves, vanilla, stone rocks, deep clouds, mermaids enjoy each other, mountain songs leisurely, this is a lot of fun.
The scenery of Zhangjiajie has four boundaries. The first realm is the cloud is the mountain, the second realm is the forest is the monkey, the third realm is the stream is the water, and the fourth realm is the cave.
People who have seen the Yellow Dragon Cave are no longer willing to look at other karst geomorphological caves.
It is the real Dragon Palace, it is the real stone mountain stalagmite stone curtain tent underground. Its wonderful form is perfect. Some are like boulders suddenly towering out, standing on top of the sky, majestic; some bending like terraces, like the cultivation land of ancient people, fresh and unworldly; some are like the curtains of the Dragon Palace, the royal wind is fluttering, with immortal spirit; some are like a group of monkeys descending the mountain, melons and fruits, shouting, full of vitality... Out of the hole, suddenly see a bend of green water, around the verdant treasure peak, you will suddenly have a sense of separation. Can't help but like one, wonderful, really magical also!
Zhangjiajie is like this, the four realms, from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, can give you soul baptism, give you the best closeness to nature. It is love, it is beauty, it is attachment, it is our unrelenting feelings. It is the immortal capital of the realm of desire, the belonging of the soul.
Walking back, layers of dust come to you, Zhangjiajie will make you miss forever.
(Li Yanzi, a native of Yueyang City, a member of the Hunan Provincial Writers Association, a student of the Ninth Writers Class of Mao Zedong Literature College)
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