Wandering Mount Qing Shan, Feeling the Footsteps of Spring
The morning roar of Mount Qing Shan, as the vibrant colors of March gradually faded, replaced by a lush green. Fallen leaves danced and drifted down, symbolizing the transition of old and new. All things quietly changed with the seasons.
The melodious song of the thrush echoed throughout the valley. The previously tranquil space was suddenly filled with a dynamic musical piece. Not far away, on the rocky stream bank, the water dripped rhythmically down the emerald moss, intermittently jumping down, like green musical notes.
Standing on the cliff face, resembling a sword split, carved like a demon, or molded by a god, layered and stacked, sometimes dark, sometimes bright, it appeared majestic and vibrant. Clear pool water floated with fragments of peach blossoms and white cherry blossoms, swaying and dancing with the movement of the water…
Along the mountain path, ascending upwards, a blossoming primrose bloomed shyly at the edge of the cliff. The translucent dew drops on the buds shimmered brilliantly in the light, embodying a sense of ethereal beauty and innocence – a gift from nature.
Upon reaching the midpoint of the hill, a tranquil pavilion was built suspended between the cliffs. Bamboo fences, verdant bamboo groves, and quiet pathways surrounded the pavilion. Beneath it lay a secluded valley, with the sound of flowing water echoing throughout.
Sitting quietly in the pavilion, a sense of serenity and calmness gently descended. It cast aside all external temptations, bonds, and worldly concerns, rising to the heavens.
