The spirit of mountains and waters, the affection of time: a poetic encounter with nature
When the first ray of autumn sunlight crosses the mountain peak, casting golden brilliance on the green-tiled eaves, I know this rendezvous with the mountains and waters is destined to be filled with deep affection.🍄
1. Ancient waterside buildings, the gentle folds of time🍄🟫
That patch of clear water, like the earth’s eye, reflects the blue sky and the ancient building full of charm on the shore. The upturned eaves are curves carved by time; between the red pillars and dark tiles, the gentle chimes of wind bells from the past seem to still linger. The long corridor bridge stretches toward the pavilion in the center of the water, like a time tunnel leading to a secret realm. Every step on the bridge feels like knocking on the door of history.🪸
The water is still, so still it reflects every fold of the distant mountains, so still that the shadow of a flying bird ripples softly on the surface. But this stillness is not lifeless; where the wind passes, the water’s silk-like ripples break and reform the pavilion’s reflection, much like how memories are repeatedly traced by time—some scenes, no matter how time flows, remain as clear as yesterday in the heart. That pavilion, with its red roof among green trees and clear water, stands out brightly like a streak of nostalgia that refuses to fade, standing by the water’s edge as eternity.🌟
2. Mountain village homes, poetry in the smoke and fire🪻
Turning from the waterside, the village nestled in the mountain hollow suddenly comes into view. White walls and gray tiles are scattered among the green mountains and valleys, like ink spots casually brushed by a painter, yet everywhere revealing the true meaning of life. Palm trees in front of the houses and bamboo groves behind gently embrace these homes, even time slows its pace here.🌹
The moss on the black tiles, the mottled walls, are kisses left by time. Occasionally, smoke curls up from a rooftop, mingling with the fresh scent of mountain plants, weaving a gentle net in the air that catches the mountain breeze and the dreams of returning travelers. Every window and door here hides a story—about working at sunrise, resting at sunset, about generations guarding and cherishing this land.🌸
From a high vantage point, the village is part of the mountain, and the mountain is the village’s support. Here, people and nature reach the most poetic reconciliation. These houses are not cold like the concrete forests of the city; they carry the warmth of the earth and the breath of plants, a lyrical poem the earth writes to humanity.🪴
3. Peak vistas, a vast love letter from heaven and earth🪐
Climbing the mountain path, every step brings you closer to the clouds. When finally standing beneath the pavilion at the summit, looking through the ancient eaves into the distance, you understand the grandeur of “Standing on the peak, all other mountains seem small.”🌾
The sky is clear and washed, a few white clouds drifting leisurely like cotton tossed by the gods. The mountains layer upon layer stretch far away, blending into the horizon. The village at the foot of the mountain and the pavilion by the water become miniature models, telling the story of human insignificance and nature’s vastness in this boundless world.🌏
The wind whistles past your ears, carrying the scent of the forest and the call from afar. Gazing far, you can see distant towns and rivers, like winding ribbons outlining the contours of civilization on the earth. Yet despite this, the wildness and purity of these mountains and waters remain the main characters of the scene—it makes you realize that human prosperity is but a speck in the vastness of heaven and earth; true eternity belongs to these green mountains, these clear waters, and the eternal sun, moon, and stars.🔥
4. Trees full of yellow flowers, a passionate confession of the season⚡️
On the way down the mountain, a tree full of yellow flowers suddenly bursts into view, making the heart skip a beat. The clusters of flowers are golden and brilliant, like countless little suns adorning the branches, so vibrant against the blue sky they almost seem flamboyant.🌷
Looking closer, each flower is as exquisite as a work of art; the texture of the petals and the subtle trembling of the stamens shimmer with the light of life in the sun. The leaves shine green, complementing the yellow flowers, the most generous palette of autumn’s colors. This tree blooms so wildly and passionately, as if it wants to condense all the brightness of autumn into its branches.🍂
It stands there silently, yet with its golden canopy, it announces the arrival of the season to every passerby. The passion and beauty of life are so tangible at this moment—it needs no words, just blooming, and it surpasses a thousand speeches.🌙
This appointment with mountains and waters, from the serene beauty of ancient waterside buildings, to the poetic smoke and fire of mountain village homes, from the grandeur of peak vistas to the passionate yellow flowers, every scene is a love letter nature writes to humanity. They are gentle, passionate, grand, or delicate, yet all tell the same truth: in this land of mountains and waters, time takes shape, years gain warmth, and we are but travelers who happen upon this place, finding the soul’s home in these lyrical long letters.🐚
When I finally set off on my journey home, looking back at that land of mountains and waters, it has already faded into a light ink painting in the dusk.💐