Jiuhua Mountain is the holy land of Buddha. Exquisite and beautiful. In it, you can still hear Buddha's songs everywhere.
The voice of the Buddha is the voice that soothes the human mind.
It was early summer in 2006 in Jiuhua Mountain. I forgot my physical fatigue and visited countless temples: Kanluo Temple, Huacheng Temple, Gion Temple, Lin Tan, Baisui Palace, Tidian Temple, Shangchan Temple, Huiju Temple, Tiantai Temple ... In the lingering Buddhist sound, I am like a devout believer, eager for the arrival of Buddha's light. I know that sound can be turned into light. Sure enough, in the evening, in Tiantai Temple, my eyes lit up and I saw a bunch of colorful halos with red outside and purple inside, passing through the dense clouds. It seems that a person's image is reflected in a halo. People walk around, people jump, and shadows jump. When confused, the Buddha's light is fleeting.
Jiuhua Mountain is known as ninety-nine peaks and eighteen scenic spots. In its heyday, it had 150 temples and 34,000 monks and nuns. How happy are the monks and nuns who are haunted by the sound of Buddha and illuminated by the light of Buddha?
When climbing Tianzhu Peak, I suddenly thought of Li Bai. In the early years of Tang Tianbao, Li Bai was slandered by powerful people and left Gu Chang 'an. Since then, I have traveled all over Huangshan and Jiuhua Mountain. He lives in seclusion in Taohuawu, Shimen Mountain. He can look up and see the beautiful scenery of Jiuhua, and his steps can involve Jiuhua Scenic Area. Therefore, he has a poem "Jiuzishan becomes Jiuhuashan Lian".
The person who can name a mountain is absolutely extraordinary. Jiuhua Mountain, so I share the glory of the sun and the moon with the name of a poet who has never lived before.
Quietly standing in front of the inscription of Taibai Bookstore, Taibai Xiyan Lake and Jinshaquan in Jiuhua Street. A cool breeze passes through the chest, like the breath of Li Bai.
On the mountain gate of the body treasure hall of the Tibetan king bodhisattva, there is a sentence engraved: "When all beings are exhausted, they can prove Bodhi; Hell is not empty, you will never become a Buddha. "
I know, that's the oath of Jiuhuashan.
Huangyan Canyon: Those classic details
Some scenes need to be immersive. Like Huangyan Canyon, you can only go deep into it to review its local details.
Huangyan Canyon is adjacent to Ciyun Cave, a provincial scenic spot. The territory is rich in forests, towering cliffs, blooming mountain flowers, rare birds playing, and parallel animals. There are hidden scenic spots such as Ciyuntan, Marriage Valley, Qianshitan, Diequan, Yuan Qiu Waterfall, Qinglong Lake, Snow Curtain and Huangyan Waterfall in the canyon. These are the classic details of Huangyan Canyon.
The ingenious connection between mountains and water has turned a canyon into countless natural landscapes. Before I stopped to paint, I savored their unique and charming details one by one and couldn't help sighing.
The whole length of Huangyan Mountain Canyon is nearly 10 Li. This is the longest canyon I have ever walked in my life, like a dash in my life, long and tortuous. Nine twists and turns, quiet illusion. There are many strange rocks at the bottom of the valley. Birds are singing and flowers are fragrant on both sides, and the trees are embracing each other, forming an ecological corridor. Dozens of waterfalls, different waterfalls, are like the torrent of life, which makes people sad.
The spectacular Huangyan Waterfall has a drop of over 70 meters and a width of over 20 meters. Like a huge white jade belt, it flew straight down from the cliff of the Yellow Cliff and poured into Bitan, with jade beads splashing and silver waves flashing. I'm thinking, there's almost everything that can be called brilliant in life.
I approached the waterfall with my hands clasped and caught a splash of water. This drop of water is a classic detail given to me by Huangyan Canyon.
There are still nine days of waterfalls, and I suddenly rushed out of the stone flow inadvertently, like a hundred trials in the air and the silver snake flying.
I sat down, raised my hand and bowed to it.
I know, this comes from inner piety.
Qiupu River: Blood of Poetry
I was born by the river. Its name is Fenghe. Therefore, there is a river complex in my life. Every time I reach a river, my blood will flow all over my body.
But at the moment, the running water of Qiupu River is mixed with my blood, splashing waves.
Qiupu River originates in Wu Li and finally flows into the Yangtze River. This is its home. How lucky is it to be embraced by the water of the Yangtze River?
Bow your head, the river is clear and green, the river is tortuous and the beach is dangerous. Looking up, the scenery on both sides of the river is beautiful and pleasant, just like a scene in a dream.
Qiupu Wonderland Who gave it such a beautiful name? Wandering in the ancient Stone City ruins, Zhaoming Diaoyutai, Tian Yang and other places of interest, I closed my eyes, cocked my heels, made an upward movement, and slowly moved up, feeling that I was floating into the immortal body.
"Qian Qian heather, absolute privet grove. Egrets in the mountains, white apes in the streams. Don't go to Qiupu, the sound of apes will hurt the guest's heart. " This is a poem in Li Bai's Seventeen Poems of Autumn Pu. Under the guidance of Li Bai, countless literati and poets came in droves, seeking seclusion and winning, leaving tens of thousands of excellent works. The beautiful Qiupu River is known as the "River with Poetry".
The river in front of me is wrinkled by the wind, like the blood of a poem.
There are also artificial attractions. Countless tourists waved hammers to experience the feeling of ancient people squeezing oil. Some push stone mills, step on waterwheels, pick up pebbles, smash water turtles and swim on the beach. Rafting by bamboo raft, it is said that along the way, you can watch lanterns and lanterns, Banqiao splitting the moon, eagles catching fish, dinosaurs crossing the river, Yuanbaoshan, Yanzidong, Hutou Temple, hippo watching fish, big meadows, ancient trees, ancient bridges, ancient roads, lion pond, Diaoyutai of Li Bai, Neolithic cultural sites and other attractions.
Of course, it's also a good feeling. However, I don't like artificial attractions by nature, and I don't like drifting like that. So, only regret is left.
Walking quietly by the river alone is my exclusive Zen.
Jinsheng Lake: Lonely White Crane.
Relative to the river, the water in the lake is still.
Jinsheng Lake is named after the daily value of fish in the lake "rises to gold". It was once called the Golden Holy Lake, also known as the Shenni Lake. It is said that the total area of the lake has reached 342 1 hectare. It is located in the mountainous area in the southeast, with hills and hills in the west and Jianghuai Zhou Wei in the north.
Its water surface is as clear as a mirror, and the smoke trees on the lake are misty, just like the water town in the south of the Yangtze River.
I don't like the word "gold", but that doesn't affect its charm.
Because of the calm, Jinsheng Lake attracts more rare animals. For example, white-headed crane, white crane, white stork, black stork, yellow-billed egret, great bustard, golden eagle and white-shouldered eagle, as well as white-naped crane, gray crane, white spoonbill, cygnet, white goose, white-tailed bird, falcon, black kite and grasshopper.
A white crane, far away from other animals, stood alone on an island in the lake for a long time.
The way to make yourself calm inside is: loneliness. Does a bird remember the philosopher's sentence?
The bird is standing, thinking and looking out. I have always thought that birds have brains, otherwise they can't explain their positions. How can we go deep into the bird's heart and feel the meaning of its standing?
Therefore, the standing of the white crane contains spiritual factors.
Paying attention to a lonely bird is my hobby. I don't know why it is lonely and can't see its inner world. Is it lovelorn, lost, or abandoned by many birds? It held its head high and looked at me with a leisurely and free attitude. I see, it's talking to me with heart.
I suddenly feel that it must have had an extraordinary experience in the process of life operation.
In Jinsheng Lake, I thought of a white crane. It can't scream or fly. However, I was shocked by its status. I think it embodies the philosophical atmosphere.
Philosophy is quiet and lonely.
So Jinsheng Lake left a lonely memory.
Mulianshan: the relationship between wisteria and trees
Mulianshan. As the name implies, the scenery of the mountain is dizzying.
Stepping into its territory is like stepping into Jiuzhaigou. Those clear waters connect the mountains like pearls. Under the sun, Didi Cuitan and Touertan are colorful. A sleeping beauty lay by the pool, showing her body under the scouring of the river. She lay in the arms of mountains and rivers, and fixed her shy love into eternity.
Yumaling, Butterfly Valley, Hengshan Rift Valley and ancient Huizhou Road are elegant everywhere, which implicates my eyes.
Yumaling, a steep mountain, is covered with all kinds of evergreen broad-leaved trees, covering the sky. I stared at a tall Liriodendron. It is a rare plant endemic to China and belongs to deciduous trees. It is tens of meters high, and DBH needs two people to surround it. Its broad leaves are shaped like mandarin jackets, and the leaves are like small mandarin jackets hanging from the treetops. If, among the trees in Mulian Mountain, we are looking for a stalwart man. There is no doubt that it is Liriodendron. Is a tough guy in the forest, even if he falls, he won't bend over. In the wind that penetrates the canyon, it shakes the thick green leaves and makes a tough, steady and rhythmic sound.
Such a "man" needs a woman's gentleness. Looking down, I saw a wisteria flower under the root of Liriodendron chinense, wrapped around the tree, with blue and purple flowers. That kind of affection conveys a girl's love.
Wisteria has an old and beautiful legend. Is the embodiment of a passionate and beautiful girl, born to love, who died for love.
The beauty of Mulian Mountain flows in my eyes. I seem to feel that the stone moss on the roadside is welcoming me; A pair of eyes on the trunk are staring at me affectionately, and a mountain girl is singing sweet folk songs to woo me ... Then, I am a teenager from far away, enjoying the touch of love.
Mulian Lake. Is the source of love. The mountain breeze blows gently, ripples appear on the lake, and countless bands of light are dragged up, making a proper annotation for love.