There are so many mountains in Zhangjiajie, one next to the other, each with its own characteristics and posture. Some are like an old man carrying a straw basket to collect herbs, some are like a girl holding flowers, some are like two sharp bamboo shoots, and some stand alone in a row. They are like a long sword, arranged in front of you one by one, embracing you with open arms, smiling at you and whispering to you. Every mountain peak is like a beautiful painting, a beautiful poem.
Zhangjiajie, the gurgling spring between mountains and rivers, rippling with clear jade waves and frolicking snow waves, plays the heart of nature with colorful notes and sings green love songs.
Among the peak forest rocks that can be seen everywhere in Zhangjiajie, the most memorable one is the Golden Whip Rock. Jinbianyan is higher than the peak forest, which is quite different from other peaks. From the mountain limb to the top of the mountain, it is like an axe, and only a few lush pine trees grow on its top.
Zhangjiajie is a scenic paradise with harmonious heaven and earth. Clouds, peaks, streams, echoes and treasures are all available. Here, its shape is so unique and its expression is so comfortable.
It is said that Zhangjiajie has a peculiar landform, including the glory of Mount Tai, the danger of Huashan, the change of Huangshan and the beauty of Guilin. When I came to Zhangjiajie this time, I really enjoyed the charming scenery like this fairyland.
There are 3000 strange peaks, maintaining the independence of the head and horns. They are bony, tall and straight, and the cliff collapses. Most mountain peaks reject all footprints from apes to people. The eyes are slightly higher than the peaks, but seeing similar things, birds, beasts and people ... in different shapes, people have to sigh the ingenuity and uniqueness of nature.
Hiking, climbing and discovering in Zhangjiajie is a kind of detached and concentrated magnificence. All the way to the summit, all the way to the summit, those who step on their feet are so kind, heavy and far-reaching.
Zhangjiajie is a fresh, broad and magnificent geography textbook. Zhangjiajie is an icon that supports the backbone of the body. Zhangjiajie is a blessed land, absorbing the essence and cohesion of nature.
Beautiful mountains, with the vicissitudes of history, you come from the misty rain of the past, splashing natural and simple words, standing on the fresh land, shouldering the heavy responsibility of history with the grafted backbone, sticking to the earth with your soul, piling up the beauty of a thousand years, like an emotional landscape painting, leaving a natural stroke in the real lens, decorating the boundless beauty of Zhangjiajie, ranking first in the world. ...
The volley of the peak body of Zhangjiajie is an upward spiritual direction; The sharpness of the peak shape is a collection of thorns. I caressed this fairyland wholeheartedly, and my heart was intoxicated by the vivid scene. Whether it is close at hand or far away, I always feel that Zhangjiajie's towering and earth-shattering scale is worthy of the name.
Jinbianyan is higher than the peak forest, which is quite different from other peaks. From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, it is like an axe, without trees, bright, tall and square, like an angry golden whip, pointing to the sky.
Wang Wei, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, once said in a poem: "People who live in Wulingyuan live in rural areas, and there are rural areas besides things." This is a land of geomantic omen, full of poetry and outstanding people, which gave birth to another world of China literati's ideals. At that time, when Premier Zhu Rongji went to Zhangjiajie, he witnessed the fog on the top of Zhangjiajie after the rain. Facing the endless white clouds rising and the mountains rolling, he almost wrote a poem: Sixty years of dreams in Xiangxi, another day in my hometown. There are string songs in Jishou and fairies in Zhangjiajie. The long street is bustling and the heart of the mountain is happy. Vast as soon as possible, lush dreams began to come true.
Arriving in Zhangjiajie is like a huge curtain, showing a magical world. Peaks rise from the ground and rise into the sky.
The mist is ethereal and dreamlike, covering 3,000 towering male peaks and winding the dense green of the forest. People are sleeping soundly, the mountains are sleeping soundly, but the fog is awake. Walking in the mountains, before the sun rises, the ethereal spirit of the misty mountains infiltrates the green of the forest, adding to the mystery of the mountains.