There is no dust and no shade on Jiuhua Mountain. Only sporadic grass is scattered in the crevices, and straight, bare, shiny and bare peaks stand in front of us. The mountain is like a knife, and the wall is like a sword.
3. Jiuhuashan talks about swords, as if seeing Wulin people making love here and fighting hard; Listening to the roar of pine trees under the mountain, I seem to hear the shouts of Wulin people. Climbing the cliff seems to see the agile posture of Wulin people flying over the eaves and walls; Looking at the blue sky and white clouds from a distance, I seem to feel the ambition of Wulin people and the feelings of men.