Mountains and rivers and I, together at a silent poetry gathering

When the morning light pierced through the clouds, the mist on the car window quietly blurred into a painting. The distant mountains were draped in a thin veil of morning mist, their outlines looming in the faint light, much like the ink of an ancient painting that had not yet dried. I greedily gazed out the window, afraid of missing every second of the light and shadow, this is a romance unique to the journey—all the scenery is encountered unexpectedly on the road. Parkview House Resort (Lijiang Old Town) After passing through the winding mountain road, a clear lake suddenly came into view. The lake water was unbelievably blue, like a shattered sky sinking into the bottom of the water, and occasionally a breeze would blow, causing sparkling waves, broken into a lake full of dancing stars. The reeds on the shore swayed gently in the wind, and the rustling sound intertwined with the birdsong from afar, composing an ethereal natural movement. I walked barefoot on the soft sand, feeling the fine sand flowing through my toes, and the cool lake water flooded my ankles. At that moment, I seemed to embrace the whole world gently. As dusk deepened, I climbed to a high place and watched the sunset dye the skyline honey-colored. The afterglow of the setting sun gilded the clouds, and wisps of smoke rose from the distant village, the fireworks of the world and the magnificence of the mountains and rivers perfectly blended at this moment. The wind whistled past my ears, wrapped in the fragrance of grass and trees, and I opened my arms, letting the magnificence of this world surround me.