Baiyun Mountain, at first glance, can imagine white clouds and looming peaks, just like a fairyland on earth. When I come back from Baiyun Mountain in Luoyang, I often see a picture of fairy mountain Island in my mind, just like a charming lady, shy and shy.
Looking at you through the faint moonlight, looking at your eyebrows, looking at your eyes, looking at your lips, wisps of white clouds, like your flowing long hair, are slender and gentle, quietly covering the smile in your eyes, but can't stop your whispering, "Singing Qiong Xiao on the clouds, making a treasure on the stone", and a thousand rock nymphs are humming.
In fact, any visitor who comes here has the same thoughts as me, penetrating the cloud cage and fog cover, unveiling layers of veils, seeing your elegant demeanor and enjoying your beauty to the fullest. However, just like them, I am often blocked by clouds sprouting in bushes and wild flowers, cracks in rocks and waterfalls in canyons. Every time I come in high spirits and reluctantly go, I always feel that I am still unfinished, and there is always a little regret.
In fact, it is like looking at flowers in the fog and beauty under the moon. It is the looming white clouds here that add beauty to Baiyun Mountain.
(2)
Summer and autumn are the best seasons to visit Baiyun Mountain.
It may be too hot outside the mountain, but once you cross Tianqiao Ditch and enter the valley, it will be a little cool. On both sides of Panshan Highway, vines grow, trees flourish, wild flowers bloom, birds hover, mountains soar and streams gurgle.
Only when you stand in the direct sunlight will you feel a little hot, but the mountain breeze is blowing gently, which makes people feel refreshed. Standing in the shade of a tree and looking around happily, the seasonal notes seem to be half a beat late here, and the most beautiful music in spring is still playing around, reminding me of Bai Juyi's poem: I often hate that spring is nowhere to be found and I don't know where to go.
Stopped at the foot of Baiyun Mountain, I looked up and looked around. The peaks are undulating and misty, but when I saw a peak in the middle, it was abrupt, just like "the sky was opened and the color was painted by mistake." I hate that I can't spread my wings and step on Xiangyun.
It takes about an hour to transfer to the scenic spot, and the Panshan Highway is about 30 kilometers. The twists and turns all the way, drifting from time to time to avoid, thrilling, but in my eyes, in my mouth, I will never let go of the scenery on both sides, I will change my scenery, dazzling beauty.
It is also much safer to go up the mountain in this way, but it lacks a mountaineering experience. If you are not in a hurry, climb the mountain on foot along the path, walk and stop to have a look. In the hardships and hardships of wading through mountains and rivers, in the fantasy and magnificence of mountains and rivers, there will be more and more real physical feelings and feelings. Lunch and accommodation have been arranged in advance, so don't worry about sleeping in the wind, don't worry, as long as you can reach the center of the scenic spot on the mountain before dark. Have enough time to fully appreciate the details and beautiful scenery of Baiyun Mountain.
In fact, travel is also a kind of life, whether it is carefully planned or left; Whether you choose a certain travel mode in advance or improvise and enjoy it, it is a life attitude. Gain and loss, take and give up, just between that thought.
My friend said that it is best to go to Baiyun Mountain in the early morning or evening. This is not only a waste, but also a pity. It is hard to say that you have really been here. I am very touched in my heart. Indeed, the real travel lies not in where you have been, but in the scenery you have seen and the mood of seeing it. If you can blend your mind with nature, it is the best travel. If you come and go in a hurry, isn't it different from traveling? What can I say in the face of my friend's hospitality? Before going to Baiyun Mountain, I decided to spend the night on the mountain. It's best to stay for three or five days, leaving enough time to see the mountains, the water, the sea of clouds and the sunrise.
(3)
To Baiyun Mountain, Jiulong Lake is a must. As soon as I finished lunch, I set off. Lunch is naturally rich, all local products on the mountain, which is the hospitality of the host. I love boxing dishes and black fungus here, as well as the wild fish in Baiyun Lake. The color is clear and delicious, fresh and delicious.
It just rained lightly last night, and there was a delicate and soft luster floating in the green all over the mountains. Such a pleasing clarity, clarity and warmth will soon wash away the rush on the road in the future.
Through the trees and flowers, I just feel a little dark. Just walked down the steps, suddenly enlightened. Deep in Qingxi, Yin Qing, a wisp of fragrance came to my face. Look at the clusters of mint among the pebbles, swaying the faint fragrance of flowers, leaning over and smelling it lightly, refreshing.
Climb the green vine, help the green vine, climb the stone steps, take the plank road and drill the cave. Clouds are floating around and people are traveling in a picture world. Unconsciously, I have crossed Bailong Waterfall, crossed thousands of feet Cliff and bypassed Pearl Pond. Bailong Waterfall is magnificent, pouring down like a white dragon falling from the sky, elegant and free and easy. The cliffs in thousands of feet are steep and magical. "thousands of feet Cliff is absolutely unique in thousands of feet, but eagles can't fly and immortals can't cross it." . Walking on the cliff doesn't seem to have that thrilling feeling, but standing on the rickety suspension bridge in front of the cliff, the dark blue cliff is like a knife chopping an axe, tossing and turning, making people breathless. Jasper splashed with Ling Ran in the pearl pond, just like pearls of all sizes poured on a plate of jade.
Walking down a long flight of steps, I suddenly heard a crash, ding-dong. Leaning down, I saw two wet black edges embedded with shiny white water. This is Kowloon Waterfall. The stream flew down from the altitude of 100 meters, bursting out water droplets, causing waves and forming clouds of water vapor in mid-air. The sun shone obliquely from the western hills, and a rainbow appeared in the air. Walking down the steps next to the waterfall, people were surrounded by rainbows, and they followed the rainbows dreamily.
Approaching the pool, I saw the mountains reflected in the water, and a blue wave was crowded and cramped. Don't look up, you can see all the flowers and trees on the three cliffs. Three screens stand in front of you and complement each other. Green water is more charming because of green mountains, and green mountains are more vigorous because of green water. In a trance, I seem to see something swimming slowly in the pool, like fish instead of fish, like shrimp instead of shrimp. A closer look reveals that there are nine natural rock lines on the opposite stone wall, winding and circling, vaguely becoming a dragon.
Standing on the bluestone board on the shore, looking around, the peaks and rocks seem to be telling magical stories; Waterfalls and deep pools seem to tell a beautiful legend.
"The castle peak can't be covered, after all, it flows eastward." Qingxi twists and turns, singing like a sheng string, floating down the mountain. Looking down the stream at the foot of the mountain not far away, between the mountains and rivers, you can faintly see the leisurely strolling oxen and white sheep, and it seems that you can still hear the shepherd's whip whistle and rich voice.
There is an indescribable charm rippling in the quiet valley, but when you think about it carefully, it seems that something is missing. I also want to go near the sheep, chat with the shepherd and listen to his anecdotes in this mountain. I want to scream, too, and tell Baiyun Mountain loudly that I am coming! Let full of joy reverberate in this quiet and empty valley for a long time. Suddenly, someone nearby sang a folk song loudly. The song rippled on the water like ripples, and I couldn't help smiling.
There, the bleating of sheep comes and goes, and the Cleisthenes sound of cattle is always easy-going, which makes my throat itch. Here, I also want to shout something, trying to clear my throat and desperately shouting "Oh-". The mountains responded, cattle and sheep looked around, and even the orioles hiding in the shade screamed and ran out. For a time, human voices, birds singing and the hissing of animals, together with the soothing wind and the crisp sound of water, formed a grand and passionate symphony, and the mountains responded with crashing voices.
Quietly looking at the Five Blessingg Heavenly Road inside and outside the cave. A wisp of white clouds is flickering, fluttering, lingering, dispersing into clouds and gathering into fog. I don't know when it will be born, when it will be extinguished, when it will be broken, when it will continue, when it will be dense and when it will be sparse.
Suddenly, I felt that the valley was much darker, shrouded in dusk and no one was looking around. I quickly went up the hill along the winding stone road by the stream and reached the top of Jiulongtan. Then watching the sunset come out from the mountain, like a fairyland, is wonderful.
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The night in Baiyun Mountain is quiet and peaceful. My friend dragged me to the central square to watch the bonfire party. I've never liked the excitement, just enjoying it from a distance. At night, the temperature in the mountains is much lower, and the burning bonfire is just the place for tourists to keep warm. They get together tighter and dance more happily.
I thought I was going to climb the Jade Emperor Peak to watch the sunrise tomorrow morning. I returned to the hotel early before the bonfire went out. Prepare the luggage in advance, set the alarm clock and leave that beautiful expectation in the middle of the night. I was about to turn off the light when I saw butterflies flying outside the window. I opened the window to invite them in, but I scared a gray squirrel, jumped down from the pine tree next to the window and squeaked away into the dusk. Occasionally cicadas sing birds and squint, and soon fall asleep. These spirits from Baiyun Mountain spent a deep sleep with me.
Suddenly, the sound became noisy and I got a fright. It's past four o'clock in the morning, and I've missed the alarm clock. However, the beautiful scenery on the top of the Jade Emperor is not to be missed. I set off in a hurry, followed a group of passengers and trotted straight to the Jade Emperor's Peak.
I walked in a hurry for about two hours, climbed a flight of stairs and stood at a mountain pass. The scenery in front of us is like faint ink on rice paper, which shows the vague outline of peaks, stones, trees, temples and pavilions. Looking from a distance, the peak of the Jade Emperor's Peak is just around the corner.
A cloud slipped from the pine forest over there, like milk instead of milk, and it was in chaos, just halfway up the mountain. So he went through the clouds and climbed to the top of the Jade Emperor. Looking back behind me, the stone clumps in the peak forest are shadowy, and the road I just walked is hidden in the clouds like floc. Vaguely, as if to dissolve the pines and cypresses in the mountains and plains; Vaguely ethereal, vague, cloud cage smoke lock, as if nothing, only a faint mountain shadow.
The mountain is high, I am the peak. The sense of conquest standing on the top of the mountain has offset the hunger and fatigue along the way. In the morning light, I am waiting, waiting for the rising sun, waiting for the sun to come through the clouds. Before the sun comes out, some people around are impatient. They don't understand that kind of eager expectation, and naturally they can't enjoy the joy of "looking back suddenly, Iraqis are in the dim light".
In fact, I have seen many sunrises in many places. I like the magnificence of "Chu Yang is shining high, Qian Shan is like fire", the magnificence of "white clouds and red clouds dawn from the sea, spring is in the wild plum trees and willows", the heroism of "driving away the stars and moons" and the comfort of "climbing high and looking far". ...
The sun is new every day, and so is life. With the bright and warm sunrise, every new day will be greeted, and the gloomy mood will also be sunny.
I don't know when, the clouds on Baiyun Peak slowly dispersed from thick to light, from thick to thin, from dark to red, and gradually, the dark clouds became translucent veils, and a touch of crimson glow spread to the east. A red sun is breaking out. There are jubilant, infatuated, knowing, quiet smiling, meaningful. The clouds have not yet dispersed, and the peaks are reflected in the bright morning light, resplendent and magnificent, and the clouds are lingering, Xia Wei. The grass around me is like a girl dressed in Linxi, and the beautiful eyelashes are condensed with a crumbling dew, crystal clear.
When the morning breeze blows, the fog around the Jade Emperor Peak surges and is unpredictable, just like hordes galloping around the world, and hordes roar for nine days in Ma Si. The world is silent, only the sound moves thousands of valleys, and the law enters thousands of valleys, and the sound is endless. Looking at the sea of clouds, you are infatuated, as if your soul is wandering too empty and your heart is integrated with the sky. Wonderland? Divine world? Dream? Fantasy? Or the kind of artistic conception you are striving for?
After a while, the dark clouds gradually dispersed and the world became clearer and clearer. Standing on the top of the jade emperor overlooking, it is another scene. The occasionally exposed rock, like a boat, walks alone on the sea; The green pine forest, like a fairy in the sea, dances with a faint white gauze; Looking at the mountains and valleys, thousands of rays of sunshine are dazzling, clouds are like brushes, and Gankun gathers, presenting a magnificent scene of a fairy house.
I am immersed in rosy clouds and intoxicated by the cover of clouds. How real and clear this magic and illusion has become at this time. At this moment, all the world of mortals and worldly troubles seem to have nothing to do with me.
(5)
I accepted the scenery all over the mountain, put away my joy, and went down the mountain, but I always felt that I had lost something there, and I was reluctant to part with it. I had to look back when I stepped down from the Jade Emperor's top.
Don't go back, transfer to Gigantic Man. The mountain road is gentle, snakes up and down, clouds are lingering, flowers are in full bloom, and rabbits are jumping and butterflies are flying from time to time. There are not many tourists on this road, but don't worry about getting lost. From time to time along the way, I will encounter cabins or caves. No matter which door you knock on, the hospitable mountain people will politely invite you in, complain loudly about the fog, and show me the way patiently and carefully. My heart has been warm and happy, and I unconsciously had a fairy dream: if I am comfortable riding a sheep, I will hold hands during the day.
You can also go to the larch forest oxygen bar. It is hidden in the depths of the pine forest leading to Jade Emperor Peak. The straight trunk blocks the sky, the fog flows in the forest, people walk in the fog and travel in a world of pictures. You can also sit by Baiyun Lake for half a day, climb Bai Yunfeng, explore Lu Hua Valley and find Xiangshan Peony Garden. Baiyun Lake is full of rocks and nymphs, and streams are tinkling; On the Bai Yunfeng, pine and cypress are as clear as a cloud; In the Lu Hua Valley, reeds undulate.
Don't forget to bring rain gear when you visit Baiyun Mountain. The climate in the mountains is changeable, just like a sentimental woman, who often shed a few gentle tears off guard. At this time, don't panic, open your umbrella and enjoy it in the rain. Rain falls from the sky and interweaves between heaven and earth; Like cow hair, like a filament, like a flower needle, it sticks to Xiumu flowers and plants, hangs on the edge of mountains and rivers, and drills into soft soil.
Of course, the caves that can be met everywhere are also excellent places to shelter from the rain, but you can't enjoy walking in the rain if you nest there. Clusters of Phalaenopsis on the roadside danced like butterflies, as if they stretched out countless small hands and waved them gently. My heart also lifted, and a clear footprint was printed on the wet grass. Suddenly, I felt something sliding between my arms. I searched carefully, and it turned out to be a silky mist.
A moment ago, the rain curtain was still fluttering, but now it has become a veil of fog. The mountains here, the trees here and the grass here are all hidden in white gauze tents. I rubbed my eyes and suddenly lit a flame-like Shandandan flower in the white fog at the edge of the stone cliff. It is so graceful that I can't bear to pick it.
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Baiyun Mountain is waiting for you. Waiting for you to eat grass clouds and collect dew is an extremely romantic thing, and you will not be tired or tired.
Or, you can sit under a green forest composed of green trees and green vines and recite my poems. I will pick a hawthorn flower and gently insert it into your bun, and a white cloud will slip through my fingers.