Whispering in the clouds, echoes of the four seasons in Qingliang Mountain

#9月好去2025
Qingliang Mountain is more than just a summer resort; it's like a hidden poem. As I first ascended the mountain, the forest shrouded in mist, and sunlight streamed through the gaps between the tall pine trees, like scattered golden threads. As I slowly walked along the ancient stone steps, only the sound of wind and birdsong filled my ears, and the hustle and bustle of the city faded away. Here, the fresh green of spring, the lush verdure of summer, the vibrant colors of autumn, and the pristine white of winter snow alternated, forming a symphony of the four seasons. Gazing at the picturesque, undulating peaks from afar, a sense of boundless tranquility evoked within me.
A small pavilion nestled on the mountainside, its delicate woody fragrance lingering. As I rested, the breeze rustled my clothes, bringing with it an ancient melody from a thousand years ago. Along the way, I encountered mountain villagers gathering herbs. Their attuned to nature gave me a new understanding of seclusion. As I descended, the setting sun painted the sky a hue of orange, softening even the air. Qingliang Mountain is not a hurried trip, but a journey of return for the soul, reminding me that there is still a pure world beyond the prosperity.

Post by CZ199777 | Sep 18, 2025