From the north side of Huangshan Mountain, take a cable car from Yungu Temple to the top of the mountain and pass several peaks. The feeling of flying slowly at high altitude is wonderful, and the bottomless canyon is really scary. Perhaps it was a casual wave of God's hand that scattered countless grotesque stones in Huizhou, a land with rich cultural atmosphere, or gathered and piled up, or cut cliffs, or majestic peaks. Strange, precipitous, precipitous and majestic, it is Zhong Ling with thousands of peaks and beautiful scenery of Wanshan Mountain. No wonder Xu Xiake lamented that the Five Mountains returned without looking at the mountains, and Huangshan returned without looking at the mountains. I think, maybe this is the residence of the immortal, maybe you can meet the immortal unexpectedly anytime and anywhere and get unexpected surprises.
After getting off the cable car, I walked along the plank road to Shixinfeng. Needless to say, I sweated all the way up to Shixinfeng. Standing on the peak of the stone heart and growing on the cliff, the Huangshan pine is aloof and tall, which I have never seen before. White clouds are as ethereal as veils, as plain brocade, as cotton wadding, changing into a graceful figure and clinging to the peak, which has to make people jealous. This kind of scene only appeared in the TV series to the sky kingdom. Suddenly, I want to leave all the dust behind, fly away and live a fairy-like life.
In my reverie, my companion reminded me to hurry up and solve the accommodation problem of White Goose Villa before dark. I remember that Li Bai's good friend Wen once lived in Bai 'eling, and Li Bai once sent him poems praising the wonder of Huangshan Mountain: "There are 4,000 towering peaks and 32 lotus peaks. Dan cliff has stone pillars, Han Han Jin Furong ... ". In addition, if you live in Baieling, you can see the whole North Sea, and if you are lucky, you can also see the sunset in Huangshan.
More importantly, Li Bai also has an indissoluble bond with Huangshan and Beihai. It is said that when Li Bai visited Huangshan Mountain, he was deeply moved by the sincerity of his elders and wanted to give cursive poems to each other as a thank-you gift. The elders were overjoyed, and the young monks were busy studying ink and laying paper. Li Bai wrote a book while drunk. The elders and young monks stood on both sides of the substation, amazed at the energetic Chinese characters. Li Bai was still a little drunk after writing, so he threw the brush away. The brush tumbled down from the air, inserted into the soil, and said goodbye to the elder. Looking back, the old man was surprised. The brush thrown by Li Bai just now has turned into a pen peak, and the nib has turned into a pine tree, standing in the scattered flower dock. This is the flower peak that the dream pen gave birth to and we see today. There is an ancient poem that praises: "The weather in Shiguling is extraordinary, and pine and cypress weave green brocade clouds. Naturally, it is to write all the Qifeng paintings with a tube of flower pens. " The legend can't be verified, and the real dream flower peak is really vivid in the sea of clouds.
On the platform of Baieling, the distant peaks and trees are looming in the sea of clouds, and those strange peaks are constantly replayed in my mind. How can it be so human, like a bird, like an animal, with different shapes and so lifelike? This is why the crustal movement hundreds of millions of years ago caused Huangshan Mountain to rise and fall several times, and with the participation of glacier movement, granite peaks over 1000 meters were piled up, which were so lifelike after being eroded by natural wind and rain. Standing in Baieling, nearly 1700 meters, I saw the peaks looking up at the blue sky, magnificent. Accompanied by this group of peaks is a vast sea of clouds. For this fantastic existence, the ancients said, "At first glance, strange words are hard to name, and the metamorphosis seems to be clear." Daoyun, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, once lived in Huangshan Mountain. He loves Huangshan Mountain and writes poems about it. In his poems, he recorded the legend of Xuanyuan Huangdi's alchemy in Huangshan Mountain: "There are Dan stoves everywhere on Fushan Mountain, and the Yellow Emperor keeps jade books at all levels. Finally, when I got to the top, I rode with the crane. " At the moment, like the ancients, I have a strange sight. You can only use the poet's beautiful sentences to be arty. In summer, the windless sea of clouds in Huangshan floats like a silent first-line tide in Qiantang River. Although there are waves rolling, there are no stormy waves and sometimes there are clouds. The body posture is unpredictable, as if wandering in the East with a lot of attachment, elegant but not free and easy, white clouds torn into gauze, ethereal and charming.
Looking at the mountains and the sea of clouds, I have long been bad at words. I can only quote two poems to express the Huangshan pine in front of me, "A cloud is different, and a foot is loose without branches." Huangshan pine is really extraordinary. It stubbornly survives in this magical place with its unique posture and tenacious vitality, adding unique charm and mystery to Huangshan Mountain. Trying to collect words, trying to express my feelings, but I can't find a word or a sentence. Just when I was upset, a child's voice suddenly came, "Dad, Huangshan is so beautiful, so beautiful!" " "Yes, Huangshan is too beautiful to describe. I think photographers can freeze the drunken beauty of Huangshan with their lenses, painters can copy the beauty and elegance of Huangshan, and poets can praise the uniqueness of Huangshan with poems … What about me? There are no clear and vivid pictures taken by photographers, no vivid pictures copied by painters, no poems praised by poets ... writing is still a single-minded helplessness and pain, and there is no word or sentence to praise this fairyland on earth.
In the evening of Baieling, the sun showed a touch of red from the sea of clouds, as if the fairy's red ribbon had fallen among the clouds. At the moment, the peaks are in the clouds, the clouds are in the sky, and there is no dividing line. I think this is what wonderland looks like. My heart suddenly became ethereal, drifting with the tide, without fame and fortune, stumbling, ups and downs, and tired when climbing mountains. I am full of energy and clear-headed, completely intoxicated by the elegant scenery of this strange sea of clouds. When the fairy put away her red ribbon, there would be no wonders of sunset and sea of clouds, and there would be no magnificent picture of sunset blooming all over the peaks, so the sun disappeared quietly in the sky. The clouds are getting thicker and thicker, and slowly, the peaks disappear under the jet-like sky, becoming serene and quiet, and gradually disappearing.
The night in Huangshan Mountain is very quiet, and you can clearly hear the cry of a bird every once in a while. There are still ripples in my heart. I'm really sorry, I didn't see the sunset, I woke up. Walking on the platform, maybe the air is too humid, maybe there is a cloud passing through my skirt, I just feel my face, hair and clothes are wet. I thought if I stayed like this until dawn, I would definitely see the sunrise. Watch, no matter how can't miss this opportunity, later, the sky began to rain in Mao Mao, so we had to go back to the hotel in disappointment. It was foggy in Huang Shanyun in June, and it rained in Mao Mao. I missed the sunset and the sunrise, but Huangshan left a deep impression on me. I was still intoxicated in the silence of the night, recalling what I saw and heard during the day, and fell asleep in the rain. What woke me up was the birds singing at dawn.
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Baieling 20 19-06- 13