Deep within the stone forest, the Yellow River carves out a magnificent dreamscape.

Standing amidst the canyons of the Yellow River Stone Forest, I felt as insignificant as a speck of dust. The Yellow River surged forward, winding its way through towering stone cliffs, while the awe-inspiring stone pillars and peaks stood like silent, mysterious giants. Here, there is no bustling noise of human activity—only the sounds of water, wind, and the echoes of time conversing.

As I drifted on a small boat along the Yellow River, I looked up to see stone peaks piercing the clouds, while beneath me, the muddy waves of the Yellow River churned. A sense of reverence and insignificance welled up within me. The Yellow River Stone Forest is not gentle; it is grand, rugged, and even a bit wild. Yet, it is precisely this unadorned, primal beauty that captivates me. It reveals that nature, without any embellishment, is the oldest and most exquisite artist.

Post by 栗栗子 | Jul 26, 2025