In the morning, I drove into the mountain from Baidaoyu, passed Taigoukou and Xin 'an Temple, and there was a stone tablet opposite the temple, engraved with the red Chinese character "Little Huashan". The mountain road paved with gravel is uneven and many ditches are washed out by the landscape, so it is more comfortable to walk through the forest and step on the soft dirt road.
Along the way, the hillside trees on both sides of the mountain road are lush, the stream at the bottom of the valley is gurgling, the waterside path winds upward, sometimes flat and sometimes rugged, and the roadside is waist-high weeds and shrubs. After Taibai Temple and Tong Ling Temple to Shengquan Temple, the stone steps of Leiche meander through the mountain, turn under Manjusri Cottage and reach the watershed. Dayu, there is also a road leading to the confluence here.
From a distance, Dayu Reservoir is like a pool of blue waves, with green mirrors embedded in the bottom of the valley. At this time, the valley is covered with clouds, the sun is looming and white clouds are shining. Clouds surge in the distance, and clouds appear. I rushed up happily, climbed up the chain ladder, and climbed over the Dizang Temple and the Broken Mountain Temple. The sea of clouds is getting wider and wider, and the clouds drift with the airflow rising from the bottom of the valley along the slope of the valley. Joy rushed to the dragon's back to overlook it. Cliffs on both sides are like knives, and the sea of clouds is surging and rolling, even dense and endless, like a large cotton field sweeping, overlapping obstacles in mountains are looming, and clouds and tides surge like rocks at sea. Looking from a distance, the dragon's head stone is shrouded in clouds, Xuewa Mountain and Guanyin Cave are floating, and crows are hovering in the empty valley. The whistle sounded from the valley for the beautiful scenery.
Climbing to the faucet, looking across the abyss, the snow-capped peaks are filled with mist, and the blue-gray cliffs at the summit stand on the Wan Ren, standing among the peaks, like a freehand brushwork of a sea of clouds. It's still early. I want to go to the snow-capped mountains, where the sea of clouds must look better. Turn around and walk towards the snowy mountains. This section of the road is steep and slippery, and there is a cliff slope that needs to be grasped by vines to step on the nest. It is not troublesome to fall. Finally, I climbed to the top of the mountain, grabbed the chain and stood on the top of the stone. At this time, the sun has disappeared in the clouds. The sky is foggy, disappeared, white and shiny. The valley is foggy, and the cliff opposite Guanyin Cave is soaring downward. The fog drifted along the cliff with the wind, and the leading stone sat there looking at the beautiful scenery. The dragon ridge is like a giant snake reaching straight to the faucet, with tourists on it. Unfortunately, I can't see the spectacle of the sea of clouds rolling.