Standing here to see, really strange, the mountains simply changed, their shapes and in the plains or mid-levels look up very different, they become very cascading, messy, majestic and peculiar. Look up, the mountain is the sky, the sky is also a mountain, before and after all the mountains, as if your nose can touch the mountain at any time. I saw a misty giant peak rising in the distance, surrounded by dozens of small rocky peaks. At a closer look, the giant peak looks like the Monkey King holding a golden rod in his hand, and those small peaks look like little monkeys scratching their ears and cheeks. Look, the Monkey King is leading its children to the South Heavenly Gate to kill it. Under the pale white sky, the mountains pale black like iron, solemn, solemn.

The red sun rises, a mountain is ink blue. Immediately after, the mist rose, the milky white veil to the heavy mountains spaced out, only the tip of the green peaks, really like a brush and ink fresh, sparse and dense landscape painting. After a while, the fog dispersed again, the exposed rock walls, cliffs, by the sunlight dyed red, and gradually turned into a bronze color, and the green trees, green fields contrast each other, looks particularly magnificent.

The overlapping mountains, can not see a village, can not see a piece of rice paddies, these mountains are like some drunken old man, one by one, sleeping for tens of millions of years, never woke up their dreams, no one dared to go deep into their hearts, that is, that the most adventurous hunters, but also only to the foot of their feet, to chase those who run down from the mountains of the mountain goats, wild boars and flying birds, never! climb to its peak.

No more than the spring rains after the bath of the green hills more charming, the entire hillside, are verdant green, did not come to the end of the fog like elegant silk, a strand of the waist wrapped in it, the sun to every leaf on the raindrops, are turned into colorful pearls. The sharp knife-like hill, picking a few wisps of milky white fog, mist, vaguely visible a thin line. This wall of stone like a skyscraper pressed up against the face, high as if it is about to collapse down aggressively. On the top of the mountain, the dense forest seems to buckle on the wall of a huge black carpet hat, black and green from the rock wall jumped out of a cluster of unknown wildflowers.

The rain changed the mood of the park, northwest of the clouds, is like ink painting of the distant mountains, which is quite praised in the garden architecture "borrow" to.