Silver Cave: A unique cave tour

When I entered the entrance of the Silver Cave on a scorching afternoon in Yangshuo, I deliberately touched the moss on the cave wall - it was not cold and slippery as described in the guide, but had a warm and moist feeling, like the skin of some living thing. When I followed the crowd to take photos in front of the "Buddha Discourses", I found that the tour guide deliberately lowered his voice but was always swallowed up by some low-frequency sound waves. Following the sound of water flowing through the cracks in the rocks, looking deeper, an underground river is faintly visible at the roots of the stalactites. The stalagmites, illuminated by colorful lights, are growing at a rate of 0.13 mm per year in the darkness. When you hold up your phone and use the flashlight to observe closely, the feeling of water droplets hitting your collarbone is more real than the "Milky Way falling from the sky" in the scenic spot's promotional video. The Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella was crowded with people taking photos. The condensed water droplets on the crack in the umbrella that was allegedly pierced by Sun Wukong actually shone silvery under the flashlight of mobile phones. But what made me stop even more was the stone wall at the back that was not illuminated by the light - the inverted stalactites and the stalagmites protruding from the ground had not yet connected, and the two shadows formed a subtle arrow symbol in the darkness, like a missing scale on the geological timeline. The reflection of the fairyland of Yao Chi turned everyone into blue ghosts. As I squatted by the fence to test the depth of the pool, ripples suddenly appeared on the water surface - not from the touch of tourists, but from the calcium solution dripping from somewhere in the dome. This pool of water, less than 20 centimeters in diameter, uses the mirror effect to create the illusion of an abyss, but the real abyss is lurking deep in the rock strata, reconstructing space at a rate of three centimeters per century. When I left the cave, I waited for five minutes to watch the last ray of sunlight fade from the mane of the lion-shaped stalactite. The tour guide holding the flag that read "You'll Never Lack Money in Your Life" was counting the number of people at the assembly point. I touched the banknotes in my pocket that had been softened by moisture, and suddenly felt that the growth desire of the cave itself was more fierce than any legend about attracting wealth.