Sleepwalking in Zhangjiajie

Sleepwalking in Zhangjiajie

I have never been to Zhangjiajie because I have things to do and time is tight, and I have never thought of traveling to Hunan. Recently, I enjoyed the travel notes and wonderland-like scenes she brought back from Zhangjiajie in the classmate space, which not only made me excited. In my impression, Mount Tai is majestic, Mount Huashan is steep, Mount Huang is beautiful, and Mount Heng is deep. Each has its own characteristics and is never the same. However, the mountains in Zhangjiajie give people a feeling of majesty and steepness, beauty and depth, which makes them yearn for and long for Zhangjiajie. When the mind is fascinated, it feels like visiting Zhangjiajie National Forest Park in a dream, admiring the beautiful scenery of Baofeng Lake in a dream, and breathing the fresh air of Zhangjiajie in a dream. When I can't finish my thoughts, words will flow out from my pen. Although I have not been there personally, this gift of nature, a blessed place for mankind, and a natural heritage of the world is really resounding and resounding, and lives up to its name. Looking at the beauty of Zhangjiajie in the pictures, I don’t have the right words to describe it; I feel really unwilling to express my feelings. I have never been there, but I really want to go there; among those who have been there, there is probably no one who has not been shocked, infected, and praised by her. What can you use to praise the unparalleled scenery in this world? It is nothing more than a creation created by God, with an unparalleled design on earth; fairies present flowers, and royal pens read them. Otherwise, you’d be exclaiming, it’s so beautiful! So beautiful! So beautiful! The passing geese leave a sound, and the passing people leave a sound. Seeing the strange mountains in the photos is so strange that you have no words to praise it; seeing the beauty of the water in Baofeng Lake, it is so beautiful that you don’t want to leave; smelling the fragrance of the flowers and plants in the Baofeng bamboo forest makes you so nostalgic that you can’t move away. I say you are a song, but the singing voice is not as rich as yours; I say you are a painting, and the painter does not have so much paper and ink; I say you are a poem, and the poet does not have such beautiful words. Your stone pillar looks like a tower from a distance, but the tower does not have your spirituality; up close, it looks like a stone, but the stone does not have your height. Sometimes you superimpose Arhats and tower into the clouds; sometimes you have generals arrayed in formation and thousands of horses galloping. It is said that you are a stone, but you have peaks; it is said that you are a mountain, but your peaks and ridges are different. They say you are a bonsai, but you are infinite; they say you are a fairyland, but you are in the human world. Human imagination is not as rich as yours; human thinking is not as sharp as yours. If I can rest my busy footsteps someday, I will definitely go and see this fairyland on earth. Holding the sun in my hand, I will use the green bamboos of the mountains as my pen, and dip it in the water of Baofeng Lake to paint you more colorfully! Great! Chimei!

Zanbaofeng Lake

God-given waterfalls sprinkle sweet dew,

The strange peaks enter the clouds and overlap the Arhats,

The green bamboos cover the rippling boats,

The mist drifts into the fairy mountain,

The lake is clear and the fish are happy,

The swans float leisurely on the water,

By the Baofeng Lake My heart is drunk,

This is the paradise on earth.

2015-5-22