Snow on Lushan Mountain, Jiangxi

Snow falls on Lushan Mountain, filling the heart with poetry In winter, the most enchanting sight on Lushan Mountain is a snowfall. When snowflakes gently drift down, this famous mountain, renowned as the most beautiful in southern China, sheds its usual lush greenery and dons a pure white gown, with the air itself carrying a crisp and pristine chill. Starting from Guling Street, walk slowly up the snow-covered stone steps, the crunch of snow underfoot like a secret whisper between the mountain and the traveler. Along the way, the pines and cypresses are wrapped in snow, resembling "jade coral," with icicles hanging from the branches reflecting faint light. When the wind blows, fine snowflakes fall softly, dusting eyebrows and hair with a cool touch. Upon reaching Ruqin Lake, the usually shimmering surface is covered with thin ice, snow resting on the ice and the pavilions by the shore. The eaves and corners of the roofs hold clusters of white snow, resembling the blank spaces in an ink painting—simple yet deeply meaningful. Climbing to Hanpoukou, just as the mist parts slightly, Poyang Lake in the distance is hidden in snowy fog, revealing only a faint pale blue outline. Across the lake, the Wulao Peaks are outlined sharply by snow, like five elders draped in white robes sitting quietly watching the snow, solemn and serene. The mountain wind blows, swirling snowflakes onto the face, awakening the senses—at this moment, one truly understands Li Bai’s verse, "Lushan stands out beside the Southern Dipper, its nine-fold screen like brocade clouds." After the snow, Lushan carries even more of a celestial and meditative spirit than on clear days. Lushan Mountain in Jiangxi already holds a millennium of cultural heritage, and after the snow falls, the mountains, waters, and poetry blend into one. Whether it is Bai Juyi’s leisurely "The sky is about to snow at dusk, shall we drink a cup?" or Su Shi’s philosophical "I do not recognize the true face of Lushan," both find vivid expression in this snowy scene. Walking through snowy Lushan, every step is a view, every step a poem. Even if your hands turn red from the cold, your heart is filled to the brim with this ultimate beauty, only wanting to stand atop the mountain, letting snowflakes fall on your shoulders and merge with this land and water.