Brief introduction of tourist routes in Yuan 'an tourist attractions

I heard that Yuan 'an is a fairyland with beautiful scenery. So we set off with strong curiosity. Narrow and higher, as if surrounded by mountains. Looking at the strange mountains, I can't help but sigh: the mountains in Yuan 'an are really strange, rising from the ground, unconnected, and the strange peaks are listed; The mountains in Yuan 'an are really beautiful, with green barriers and bright colors. The mountains in Yuan 'an are really dangerous. The dangerous peak stands tall, as if it would fall down carelessly. . .

. . . At this moment, my father braked and told us to have a rest. When we got off the bus, we saw the nameless wild flowers blooming at the foot of the mountain. I climbed a few steps and picked small red wild fruits, which were sour and astringent, while my brother picked persimmons. Those red persimmons like lanterns are greedy. This is a bumper harvest. We moved on and came to Linglong Gorge. The mountains are as lofty as the Qinling Mountains, and clouds are lingering among the peaks. The water winds like a jade belt between the peaks, just like coming to a fairyland, but we have to leave regretfully because we didn't go rafting after the season.

We turned around and came to Mingfeng Mountain. As soon as I entered the intersection, I saw the word "Ming Feng" written on the mountain. The mountain spring flows down from the mountain, clear and cool, white and pure. The children catch crabs in the stream where the mountain springs meet. We quickly catch them and play in the stream.

After leaving Mingfeng Mountain, we stopped at Baibaozhai, where there is a "Bai Bao Cave". It is said that this is the place where Li Zicheng's son fled. There was a war, and one cave after another was divided into two floors. Dad joked that it was still a duplex structure. I marvel at the wisdom of the ancients. I stood in a hole that can only accommodate one person and looked at the distance, as if I heard the drums and shouts of warships on the endless lake. Today, the lake is quiet, only the sound of the wind can be heard, and the clouds are misty. The sun in the west has shed its dazzling coat, soft light is scattered on the lake, and there are a little golden red green trees and safflower on the shore. We sat on a bamboo raft and felt like we were in a continuous picture. Really.

As night fell, we attended the bonfire party again. The raging fire seems to have burned up half the sky. We played in people's laughter and the fire gradually weakened. We also went home with a tired and happy mood.