1. What are the ancient poems describing Zhangjiajie?

Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty's "Peachland Journey" Fishing boats chase the water and love the mountains and spring, and the peach blossoms on both sides of the strait go to Tianjin.

Sitting and looking at the mangroves, you don’t know how far you are; walking along the green stream, you ignore the people. Sneaking through the mountain pass begins, the mountain opens wide and you can see the flat land.

From a distance, you can see a cloud-filled tree, and when you get close, you can see thousands of scattered flowering bamboos. The woodcutter first passed on the Han name, but the residents did not change the Qin clothes.

The people who live in Wulingyuan also start their fields from outside. The moon is bright and the house is quiet under the pine trees; at sunrise the chickens and dogs are noisy in the clouds.

I was shocked to hear that lay guests were vying to gather here and invite them back home to ask about the city. In the bright days, the sweeping flowers bloom in the alleys, and in the evening, fishermen and woodcutters ride on the water.

At the beginning, he went to the human world to avoid the earth, but when he became an immortal, he did not return. Who knows that there is someone in the gorge? Looking at Kongyun Mountain in the distance.

There is no doubt that the spiritual realm is difficult to smell and see, and the earthly mind is still homesick for my hometown. When leaving the cave, regardless of the mountains and rivers, Cijia plans to travel for a long time.

I say that I will not lose sight of the past after passing by, and I know that the peaks and valleys will change. At that time, I only remembered that it went deep into the mountains and the green streams reached to the cloud forest.

When spring comes, there are peach blossoms everywhere, and I don’t know where to find the source of fairyland. Wu Zhaoduan's "Ode to Baizhang Gorge" When people travel in the mountain gorge, they seem to be drawing pictures.

Wall love double screen array, the sky can be seen through one line. The cries of apes are everywhere, and the leaves of ancient trees are thick.

Returning late at night, the sound of springs is heard by the wind on both sides of the bank. Song·Anonymous "Ode to Zhangjiajie" Golden pines are hung on the cliffs thousands of feet high, and jade dragons are locked in the deep streams.

A hundred battles are left with good stories, and the two walls are facing each other in the white clouds. "Ode to Baizhang Gorge" by Hu Guifang of the Ming Dynasty The gorge is a hundred feet high and the cave is deep with clouds. You must find the peach source here.

The army marches slowly and the wind and snow are tight. Who will be as happy as Shanyin? A poem by Xia Ziyun of the Ming Dynasty: There are many green peaks in the ordinary mountains, and jade bamboo shoots are planted in groups in Chu Feng.

The sun is hidden by freezing clouds in the stream, and there are few bells on the temple gate. There are ancient moss and secluded paths, and thousand-year-old pines hang on the cliffs.

I once wandered around the Yulei Kuanglu, and the giant spirit moved to the mountain to meet again here. 2. Ancient poems describing Zhangjiajie

A Journey to Wenzhuang

Part 1

The clouds and mist surround the place and are locked deep in it, with many vicissitudes of advance and retreat.

The dragon dances in the nine heavens and composes new music, and the spring scenery of Wuling crowns all directions.

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The flowers are red and the leaves are green on both sides, and the paths are green and light, with sparse branches and shadows.

Welcoming guests from far away with a view full of delicacies, laughing and talking about the romantic moon and a handful of dendrobium pearls.

Strolling along Xibu Street

Surrounded by mountains, rivers and sunny days, people are rubbing shoulders and laughing.

The local rhyme and the wind are like jade dew, and the dance is dancing by the Suoxi River.

Baofeng Lake

A lake surrounded by green peaks, with hundreds of trees vying for spring reflecting the red color of the water.

The road turns to the peak and the anger disappears, and the rocks and water blend into the beautiful scenery.

The flying waterfalls in the high gorge hide the bells and drums, and the beautiful girl looks in the mirror with clear waves.

Catalog of the Great Way of Creation, crafted by Wuling Yanyuyu.

Huanglongdong Ecological Plaza

The green floating streets are showing off the light, and the green is dyed green and the cauliflower is yellow.

Bamboo shadows slant across the pond and willows, and warblers sing and swallows sing in the mud.

Shili Gallery

The painting of misty clouds and smoke unfolds, and the fragrance is dyed with ink and the dust is purified.

The quiet and graceful posture is auspicious, the water color and the mountain light come to your eyes.

A hundred birds chirped in unison, and the deep streams resounded, and all the immortals stood respectfully towards the royal platform.

It is not an illusion to get drunk with a thousand cups. How can I ask Liu Lang who is in trouble? 3. What are the ancient poems describing Zhangjiajie

1. Three of the thirty-three ancient poems about Zhangjiajie

Contemporary: Cheng Bin

Living in the bustling city for a long time, leisurely wandering into the mountains Home.

When the Shan family asked where they came from, they envied my prosperous residence.

Translation:

I have always lived in a prosperous place and sneaked into the mountains.

People in the mountains ask me where I come from and envy me for living in a prosperous place.

2. The fourth of the thirty-three ancient Zhangjiajie poems

Contemporary: Cheng Bin

A mountain woman wears a raincoat and sweeps the streets alone in the rain.

If you are lost in the mountains, you will ask the guests in the mountains.

Translation:

The peasant woman in the mountains is wearing a raincoat and cleaning alone in the rain.

If you are lost in the mountains, you can ask people living in the mountains from a distance.

3. Seven of the Thirty-Three Ancient Zhangjiajie Poems

Contemporary: Cheng Bin

A bag and a bottle of water, an umbrella and a pair of clogs.

A man wearing old clothes, a guest in the mountains.

Translation:

A bag, a bottle of water, an umbrella and a pair of shoes.

An old coat with a collar, a guest in the mountains.

4. Eight of the thirty-three ancient poems of Zhangjiajie

Contemporary: Cheng Bin

When traveling in the mountains, you don’t want to see the scenery, but just stroll in the mountains.

Every mountain is full of scenery, nothing can be done in a hurry.

Translation:

When traveling in the mountains, don’t look at the scenery in the mountains, just walk around casually in the mountains.

Every mountain is full of beautiful scenery, don’t walk in a hurry for anything.

5. Ten of the thirty-three ancient poems of Zhangjiajie

Contemporary: Cheng Bin

I am a lonely guest at the place where fairies lay flowers.

There are no people scattering flowers, but there are groups of flowers falling.

Translation:

When I arrived at the place where the fairy laid flowers, I found that I was alone.

I didn’t see anyone scattering flowers, but I saw groups of flowers scattering. 4. Poems about the scenery of Zhangjiajie

Spring Dawn [Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty] When I sleep in spring, I don’t wake up to the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere.

At night, there is the sound of wind and rain, and there are countless flowers falling. It rains on a spring night. Du Fu It rains well. If you know the season, spring will happen.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. At night, all the clouds on the path are dark, and the fire on the river and boat is only bright.

Look at the red and wet places at dawn, and the flowers are heavy on the brocade official city. "A Appointment" by Zhao Shixiu of the Song Dynasty It rains every house during the yellow plum season, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds.

I didn’t come over at midnight because I had an appointment, so I knocked on the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall. Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain.

There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that are not swept away. Luan Jiase, Tang Dynasty and Five Dynasties - Wang Wei In the rustling autumn rain, there is light pomegranate diarrhea.

The jumping waves gradually spread out, and the egrets fell back in surprise. Ying Tianchang Tang and Five Dynasties - Feng Yansi At that time, he secretly made a promise to each other, and after the banquet, his heart was broken in Lantang.

Carrying silver lanterns, checking bead doors, embroidering quilts in the slightly cold weather of autumn rain. Everyone was crying in front of the pillow, and they were surprised to see the parrot in the jade cage.

A night full of emotions, and the sky is about to dawn. Xie Daoyun of Jin Dynasty's "Couplet of Ode to Snow" is not like the white snow. The difference can be imagined by spreading salt in the air, but it is not like the catkins blowing up due to the wind.

"Returning to the Old Mountain in Winter" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty: A vine path is green, and thousands of snow-capped peaks are clear. In "North Wind Travel" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, the snowflakes on Yanshan Mountain were as big as mats, blowing down Xuanyuan Terrace one after another.

"Snow on the River" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared. A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.

Tang Dynasty Gao Pian's "Snow" When six flying flowers enter the house, sit and watch the green bamboos turn into green branches. Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi's "Snow at Night" I was surprised that the quilt pillow was cold and the window was bright again. Late at night, I know the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo. 5. Poetry describing Zhangjiajie

Qing Dynasty·Lu Wenqi

The streams are winding and the mountains are rising.

The mouth holds the knees and the lower part, and the feet and hands work equally well.

The clouds at the mouth of the valley are white, and the birds in the forest are singing sweetly.

Ten thousand peaks and pillars stand, overlooking Jiao Yao.

Travel to Zhangjiajie

Chang Xiuying

Presented to Comrade Meng Qi

When the car entered Zhangjiajie, the dust was half gone.

A tree grows green for a thousand years, and a person rests for a hundred years.

In the Forest Festival, the righteousness is important, and the clothes are like smiling monkeys.

If the pine trees recognize me, the wind will nod their heads.

Looking at the golden whip in the sunset

Peng Xiumou

Beauty has been hidden in the boudoir for a long time, and innocence comes from nature.

The forest is primitive and the creek is too mysterious.

The mountains are green and the springs are flowing.

The clouds are arranged and the strange rocks stand, and the golden whip is seen in the sunset. 6. Please introduce some poems and travel notes that describe Zhangjiajie

Lang Tao Sha is as picturesque as a poem, full of greenery and tinkling water.

I have no doubt that I will enter the Immortal Palace at this time. Picturesque and poetic, it fascinates distant visitors and is endlessly magical.

Don’t ask about Hunxiong, Shengtai surpasses Song. Strange and dangerous shows gather in the mountains.

Buddhists, Taoists, immortals and mortals are all amazed by the uncanny craftsmanship. Wulu: Traveling around Zhangjiajie is like a dream, like going to heaven.

The secluded stream is filled with music, and the peaks and mountains rise into the sky. Rare birds sing around, and auspicious mist accompanies the west and east.

I know it is not a dream when I bite my arm, I hesitate in a dream. Wu Jue climbed to the Nantian Gate. He was not listed among the immortals, so he happily kowtowed to the emperor.

The colorful clouds grew under my armpits and helped me enter the gate of heaven. Five Wonders: The rocks in the back garden of Zhangjiajie are as strange as flowers blooming, and the peaks are as strange as pistils.

Who wielded a giant ax to chop down the garden behind? Qijue: Visit the Golden Whip Stream. The green stream is full of clear water, and the dangerous peaks and mountains are lined with painted screens. Tourists are intoxicated by the boundless scenery, and they have forgotten their feelings by shouting and singing.

Qijue Climbing Eagle's Nest Village The birds are circling on the Eagle's Nest Village, and it is said that there is a cave in the sky. It's hard to be noble on a desolate path, but the breeze carries me to the top of the mountain.

Walking on the sand and climbing Tianzi Peak, the water reflects the mist, and the peak is covered with fragrant mist. The general is indeed like Optimus Prime.

Climb the vines without hesitation, and go straight into the depths of the clouds calmly. Staring at the sky and walking among the clouds.

The infinite scenery inspires poetry. The breeze blows thousands of miles across my mind, and the flowing clouds are filled with thousands of dendrobium trees.

Qiu Sui Zhangjiajie Silhouette Stepping into Zhangjiajie, you feel as if you are in an ink-and-wash painting. At the entrance of the scenic spot, a peak stands on the wall, like a knife and axe. The cliff body is mottled and scattered, a hundred meters away. Up and down the peak, in the dim light, a few wisps of clouds are floating, like light gauze, like silver...

Miss Shi, the accompanying tour guide, said that there are up to 2,000 such peaks in the scenic area. They vary in height and shape, but most of them have no support and form independent peaks, rising from the ground like a giant sword piercing the blue sky.

There is a Golden Whip River in Zhangjiajie, which is more than 40 miles long. It is lined with strange peaks and rocks. It is the main passage into the mountain. The Golden Whip Rock on the bank of the stream is the king of peaks.

I saw this giant peak with a height of more than 300 meters, with steep cliffs and towering rocks. The top of the peak was filled with mist, with several strong pines standing in the wind, and occasionally a few red leaves mixed in. After looking up for a moment, I felt the heaven and earth move. I felt dizzy and almost staggered.

Walking slowly along the ancient path of Jinbian River, you will see springs and waterfalls along the way, deep green shade, singing birds in the canyon, monkey shadows in the forest, and the narrow sky above the dense shade of the cliff. , stretching for several miles, revealing a winding strip of light to the ground. Its emotion and interest are indescribable. From the Golden Whip Stream to the Huangshi Village, which is composed of many giant peaks, you can have a panoramic view of Zhangjiajie, with winding mountains and waves, which is extremely spectacular.

This mountain with an altitude of 1,100 meters is surrounded by dozens of viewing spots. From different angles, you can enjoy the view of thousands of peaks and hundreds of mountains. You can have a panoramic view of all the wonderful and lifelike images: Wanglang Peak, the Three Sisters, the Solitary Monkey on the Single Peak, the Golden Turtle in the Sea of ??Mist, the boy worshiping Guanyin, the forty-eight generals...

Every image is lifelike and has a legend. The story of Wanglang Peak is very touching. It is said that many years ago, there was a girl Zheng who could cut paper flowers by the Golden Whip Stream, and she fell in love with Baoyuan, a boy who had been herding sheep since she was a child.

Local gangster Zhang coveted Zheng Mei’s appearance and falsely accused Baoyuan of being a rebellious son to the government. Baoyuan was caught by officers and soldiers and sent to serve at the border. In order to escape Master Zhang's lustful power, Zheng Mei hid in the most remote mountain. Whenever the morning light did not show, she stood at the entrance of the cave, looking towards the place where Baoyuan was far away, looking, looking... for I don't know how many years. , looked through a hole in the rock on the opposite side, and she herself became a stone man.

The local Tujia and Han people still sing a folk song: "O Masang tree, set up a lampstand, how many rocks can Wang Lang look through? If you don't come back for three years, I will wait for three years, and you will be ten years old." I will wait for ten years if I don’t return home. I can’t come back to the mountain without seeing you, and the flowers won’t bloom without the spring rain...” Wonderful pines and sea of ??clouds are all available here. The difference is that the stone peaks in Zhangjiajie are more dense, varied, and majestic.

More than a hundred acres of ancient pines form a vast sea, with trees tens of meters high. Surrounded by the two of them, the pines burst into waves and the blue waves cleared away, creating a majestic atmosphere. Standing in Huangshi Village, I saw milky white clouds appearing and disappearing between the peaks, rising and falling.

For a while, the clouds and sky were all the same color, with nothing in sight, and for a while, the peaks and mountains appeared, resplendent and magnificent. When the top of a peak protrudes above the clouds, it looks like a lonely sail in the sea of ??mist, or like something from the sky coming slowly.

A ray of sunlight zigzagged through the mountains, passed through the clouds, and immediately flashed golden light. The clouds were steaming and the clouds were glowing, which was extremely beautiful. Up and down the Huangshi Village, there are steep mountains and narrow roads, often fish-ridge-style passages, and cliffs and abyss on both sides. It is difficult to see the bottom, which is frightening. Fortunately, our tour guide, Ms. Shi, guided us and reminded us from time to time.

Ms. Shi graduated from the Foreign Languages ??Department of Hunan University and is interested in the development of tourism. She recommended herself as a tour guide. She speaks pure Mandarin and not only tells vivid and vivid stories, but also sings Xiangxi folk songs for us. Relieve fatigue and entertain. On a stone wall in a dangerous place, we saw a poem written by a tourist in the 1980s: "Since ancient times, the five mountains have been the heroes of the world, and the ancient cliffs have been neglected until now. I borrowed the blue sky and flew a colored pen to express my gratitude to the mountains. ”

Although the artistic conception of his words is not very elegant, it expresses the unanimous voice of tourists. All the injustices in the world have happened to this beautiful resort.

I really don't understand why Qu Yuan, the Sanlu doctor who once traveled to the Yuan River and Lishui and left immortal poems such as "There are orchids in the Yuan River and there are orchids in the river, I miss the young master but I dare not speak", why did he express his gratitude to the source? The Jinbian River that flows through the Lishui River turns a deaf ear to the thousands of peaks and rocks beside the Jinbian River. I really don’t understand that an ancient Qin cave described by Tao Yuanming has attracted poets and literary giants from all ages to come here in droves and write beautiful words and chapters. Zhangjiajie, which is only more than 200 miles away from the Peach Blossom Spring, is regarded as a dangerous road and will not set foot in it! Traveling all over Zhangjiajie, you can't see a single inscription or stone carving left by the poets, nor can you see any historical relics left by the Taoist monks. Regarding this, Ms. Shi told me that after searching through written records, there was only a poem written by the Ming Dynasty poet Xia Zi after his travels to Zhangjiajie, "The moss marks will remain in the secluded valley forever, and the walls will be hung with strong pines for thousands of years." There is no other word.

However, Zhangjiajie's first-class mountain and rock scenery has actually existed here for thousands of years, tens of thousands of years... It does not lose its beauty because of the lack of chants by elegant people, nor does it become less beautiful. It will never shrink from its majesty just because there are no traces of tourists. It does not need to listen to the beautiful poems written by divine craftsmanship, and it does not need to accept the worship of good men and women. It is intimate with the stars and the moon, accompanied by the forest sea, silently listening to the joys and sorrows of the world, accepting the baptism of the wind and rain waves, and using its own natural original beauty to illuminate the world while coexisting with the heaven and the earth.

7. Sayings, famous quotes, and poems about Zhangjiajie

On the way to view the scenery (Zhou Yuan)

Five steps away, you will be amazed, seven steps away, you will be amazed; ten steps away, you will be dumbfounded.

Touring Zhangjiajie (Shen Congwen)

The extremely dangerous Yaoji Village and the deep Golden Whip Stream; going up to Huangshi Village, you can see all the mountains at a glance.

Wuling Fairyland (Yang Guoxiang)

Wang Yue’s elves gather together, and the purple air of the three mountains condenses; where can there be a fairyland? Find it on the source of Wuling.

Praise for Qingyan Mountain (Liao Hansheng)

Wild and dangerous, beautiful and beautiful; Huangshan and Wuyi are beautiful, Qingyan is even better.

Qingyan Mountain (Shang Yang)

In the scorching world, this mountain is the only cool one; people in the world should come here to purify their hearts and purify their intestines.

Listening to the sound of the stream at night (Mo Yingfeng)

A happy event in life: listening to the Golden Whip stream at night; even if the mountains fall, I am willing to grind them into mud.

Visit Qingxin Lake (Gong Hainan)

The peaks are high, the sun is shining, the clouds are flowing, the stream is secluded, the paths are winding and the forest is deep; the green rocks of Bitan Lake are bright, and the reflection of the leaning tower clears the heart.

Natural Pictures (Wu Huizhong)

How can you know the wonders of the world without visiting Zhangjiajie. Looking up is a pillar away, looking back is as low as the dust.

Arhat welcomes guests early, but flying clouds enter the valley late. In the natural world, it is better to return home than to leave the road.

Traveling to Zhangjiajie (Li Shuren)

Happy to visit Zhangjiajie, the scenery is first-rate. The golden whip rises from the ground, and the silver sword draws towards the sky.

Where the peaks move and the clouds fly, water flows onto the rocks. The cicadas are chirping constantly, and people are swimming in the painting.

Zhangjiajie trip (Ai Dingzeng)

Climb Huangshi Village at dawn and stay at Golden Whip Rock at dusk. The cliff is cut out like a knife, and the mountain is split like an axe.

The clouds rise from the feet, and the sun comes from the edge of the mountain. If you want to follow the stream, where is Penglai?

Scenic Scene (He Haoju)

The pines are shaking in the valley, and the strange rocks are piercing the sky. The jade pillars stand in the sky, and the golden whip rises from the earth.

The clouds return to Huangshi Village, and the sun shines on Wanglang Peak. Where does the scenic spot come from? It should be a surprise to create chemical engineering.

Thoughts on visiting Zhangjiajie (Cheng Ruixiang)

The stubborn rocks are actually spiritual and come alive in various shapes and forms. The sun shines on the golden whip, and the moon embraces the jade tower.

The grass beside the stream is green, and the top of the rock is green with pines. Climbing a rugged road requires determination.

Guichou Xia’s experience in Zhangjiajia after returning from the United States.

I have heard about the beauty of the fairyland for a long time and came to travel to my homeland.

The green peaks are rising with clouds, and the green streams are flowing with mist.

Weiwei beats Zhongdai, Huanqi praises the United States and Europe.

Abundance is not in vain, and it lingers in dreams for a long time.

Songs of the Golden Whip Stream (Wu Zhangshu)

In the secluded land of the Golden Whip Stream, I can listen to the sound of the stream twenty miles away. Viewing the scenery step by step, there are thousands of peaks and shapes.

The lion village is surrounded by mountains and dangerous, and the water surrounds the four gates. I finally got to know Taoyuan Road, and now I’m in Wuling.

Maohuajie (Lu Wenqi, Qing Dynasty)

The streams are winding and the mountains are high. The mouth is held in the knee and the lower part, and the feet and hands are both working.

The clouds at the mouth of the valley are white, and the birds in the forest are singing sweetly. Thousands of peaks and pillars stand, overlooking Jiao Yao.

A Journey to Zhangjiajie (Chang Xiuying) Presented to Comrade Meng Qi

When the car entered Zhangjiajie, half of the dust was gone. Trees are green for thousands of years, and people are restless for hundreds of years.

In the Forest Festival, the righteousness is important, and the clothes are like smiling monkeys. If Songshan recognizes me, the wind will nod.

Looking at the Golden Whip in the Sunset (Peng Xiumou)

Beauty has been hidden in the boudoir for a long time, and innocence comes from nature. The forest is primitive and the creek is too mysterious.

The mountains are green and the springs are flowing. The clouds are arranged and the strange rocks stand, and the golden whip is seen in the sunset.

The secluded path in the fir forest (Li Fubo)

In the secluded path in the fir forest, a couple holds a candle together. People's voices can be heard across the mist of trees, and the sound of streams can be heard under dangerous peaks.

The ladder to heaven hangs over the cliff, and pine trees hang between the rocks. Going up Huangshi Road, we can see how deep the clouds are.

Reed Mao Jie (Ming Dynasty, Wang Ruting)

On the top of the Jimu Group, the high and low reaches the wilderness. The people are white, the birds are white, the trees are yellow and the clouds are yellow.

Today we are plowing and digging, but back then we were talking about the battlefield. Alas, the sky is so close, and the news is vague.

Ode to Baizhang Gorge (Wu Zhaoduan, Qing Dynasty)

When people travel in the mountain gorge, they seem to be in the painting. The wall loves the double-screen array, and the sky can be seen through one line.

The cries of apes are everywhere, and the leaves of ancient trees are thick. Returning late at night, the sound of springs is heard by the wind on both sides of the bank.

Swimming in Zhangjiajie (Gao Feng)

The great Zhangjiajie is a scenic spot emerging from the clouds. Strange peaks rise from the ground, and teams of immortals line up.

The rock ravine is so beautiful and the beauty is unparalleled. The morning glow covered each other, and suddenly the clouds and mist filled the sky.

There are few sheep intestines on the Deng Road, making it difficult to climb up close. The forest is deep and the path is lost, and the willow bank is a green bay.

The sound of the waterfall is deafening, and the spring water is gurgling. Floating life is like a big dream, lingering between heaven and earth.

I want to build a hut, and I am happy with it and don’t want to return it.

Traveling to Zhangjiajie (Li Youyuan)

Zhangjiajie, China, is a fairyland in the world. The green sea hides deep ravines, and the green ridges produce purple smoke.

The strange peaks tower into the sky, and the cliffs are wrapped in clouds and mist. There are yellow stones on the Yao platform, and golden whips on the labyrinth.

The overpass spans in the sky, and the silver waterfall hangs in the sky. Moss covers the upper and lower stones, and rain sprinkles the high and low springs.

Ancient vines cross the deep stream, and strong pines reach into the sky. The ape cries out loudly, and the deer calls out loudly.

The spiritual energy comes out of the secluded place, and the precious light is strung with copper coins. It is cool and refreshing, fresh and refreshing.

My favorite peak is Linwan, the jade plate turns in the blue sky.