This is not an ordinary mountain, this is the Yuntai Mountain in Wang Wei’s poem!

If you have read Wang Wei's "Remembering My Brothers in Shandong on the Ninth Day of the Ninth Month" Yuntaishan is no longer a coordinate on the map📍 It became an obsession and rush in my heart~ ⛰️ Yuntaishan Morning When I woke up in the morning, the mountains were like wet ink. The background color of Yuntai Mountain is dark blue and moon white "There was no rain on the mountain road, but the green air wet people's clothes" The half-roll of poems in the poet's sleeve Become the winding moss path under your feet ☁️ Yuntaishan·Cloud After every rain or snow, the sea of ​​clouds surges like waves The mountain peaks in the distance are looming, like ink dots blown away by the wind. Suddenly I understood the meaning of the Zen saying "When you reach the end of the water, sit and watch the clouds rise" It turns out that the distant place in the poem is really within reach✨ 🍃 Yuntai Mountain Dusk As dusk falls, the mountain mist turns amber The setting sun melts into gold, and the peaks become silhouettes Dusk is the most gentle blank space in Yuntai Mountain This mountain is waiting for someone who reads poetry🌌 Yuntaishan is not a mountain, but an encounter with poetry If you also yearn for poetry and distant places🌄 Why not come here to listen to the wind, watch the clouds, and read the mountains📖