Your prose in Hu Yinmeng

Yinmeng Lake is located at the southern foot of Wudang Mountain, formerly known as Langhe Reservoir. More than ten years ago, Beijing Oriental Yin Meng Culture Development Co., Ltd. was renamed Yin Menghu because of its investment in this "land of geomantic omen".

Seven or eight of us arrived at the scenic spot by car from our residence for more than an hour. I saw the lake shining like a mirror, and the green hills on the shore reflected in the water. Castle peak, clear water, blue sky and white clouds are integrated into one, just like a painters ink painting. Breeze blowing on the face, birds singing flowers, pleasing to the eye, refreshing.

Going back by boat, the mountains on both sides of the strait are towering, green and paved, and even the sky. Mount Qingfeng presents the form of people, animals or things from different viewing angles, which makes people dizzying. Snow-white waves rose from the bow, and a long green dress was dragged from the stern to the lake, sparkling and shadowy.

About twenty minutes later, we went ashore and started today's canyon climbing trip. This canyon, steep, tortuous, winding and grotesque boulders, is littered with valleys. The spring water forms a waterfall in the high place, splashing; A dark and deep pool is formed in the depression, and cold is born in the heart; Form a clean stream in a gentle place, tinkling and ringing like a ring. By the stream, there are strange flowers and grass, green clothes and fragrance. Hillside valley, vines crisscross, cover the sky, clear light and green shadows, just like a fairyland.

We walked in the canyon, pulling the chain over the mountains and mountains for a while, stepping on the wooden bridge on the deep stream for a while, crossing the mossy rocks in the stream for a while, stepping on the stone nest for a while, and wading through the deep pool with the chain in hand. Only then did we realize what it was like to walk on thin ice.

The most difficult and last hurdle is the "first-line cliff". Death dragged the chain up dozens of steep stone steps and entered a stone crevice one person wide, which was a stone wall two or three meters high as an axe. There is a cave with chains and pedals, which can only be reached by climbing. Everyone pulled the strong from above to help the weak, and with great efforts, they climbed to the top of the cliff one after another, sweating and panting. Looking back at the rocky, lush and bottomless canyon, I can't help shivering and chilling.

We walked through a bamboo forest, stepped on thick fallen leaves and went down the mountain, smelling the flowers and listening to the birds singing, and came to the farmhouse restaurant at the foot of the mountain and by the lake. The dining room is just three tiled houses with earth walls, with mountains and lakes behind them. A glance at the mountain spring beside the mountain wall is cool and sweet. According to the terrain around the house, there are vegetable fields of different sizes. In a vegetable field, butterflies are flying and bees are buzzing. Some chickens are in a daze in the henhouse, while others are foraging in the fields. Standing on a high place, looking around, surrounded by mountains, lush, with a green lake at the foot and a green curtain-like mountain opposite. This is an idyllic scenery, and it is really a paradise suitable for seclusion!

After dinner at the farmhouse restaurant, we returned to the parking lot by boat and rushed to Bali Bay, another scenic spot in Yinmeng Lake. This is a wide valley. Walking up the stream, you come to a beach, where there is a wide and shallow stream with pebbles at the bottom. At this time, everyone took off their shoes and rolled their pants into the water, and soon there was a feeling of chill invading the skin. Everyone is drawing water with their feet, drawing water with stones, drawing water with water, drawing water with water, looking for strange stones, laughing and laughing, echoing in the canyon with the swift stream.