A Tribute to the Sunrise at the Summit of Purple Mountain in Nanjing

In the early morning, the air on Purple Mountain is slightly chilly with a hint of freshness. The distant, hazy mountains quietly sleep under the cover of night. I stand at the summit, waiting for the moment of sunrise, as a serene and mysterious atmosphere pervades the space between heaven and earth. Gradually, the eastern horizon is tinged with a faint orange-red, like a painter slowly spreading colors on a palette, leaving one breathless with anticipation. As the sunlight slowly rises from the horizon, the blazing red sun finally appears among the mountains, casting rays of light that instantly warm and enliven the scenery of Purple Mountain. The distant forests and nearby ancient buildings are bathed in the morning glow, shining as if enchanted by magic. In that moment, it feels as if time stands still, with only the newly risen sun whispering to the earth, bringing boundless vitality and hope.