Cison traditional Chinese ink landscape rocks
To see this described as words, needless to say, know that it is Huangshan. In fact, one in Anhui, we board the Huangshan Mountain, the scenery will be placed on such an important final Travels seems not so reasonable. However, he knows, as it always do not know how many literati have all worked with praise gifted writer could not be reached before the people to write to do its the United States, poor as I have, but do not know how to describe.
Before departure, my friends have to say, a bare stone mountains in winter, what a good-looking. To be honest, I do not know. But we feel that for thousands of famous Huangshan Dangde Qi will not be very easily disappointed. Moreover, the winter days, no more decorated with flowers and decorations, no modification of the gurgling streams, mountain hand, can be presented to the US's most authentic. I have always believed that the beauty of mountains, shall, at its Skeleton Kiyotoshi. Natural to carve, if still impressive, is really best in the world mountain.
Was also hoping that the original concept of a sea of clouds to watch the sunrise: experience, such as the cloud waves roll into the fairyland of dreams, waiting for lofty Xiaguang gushing out of the grand, but we seem to bad luck in the mountains is always a two-day skies, the idea is to read one of Huangshan real.
Also feared that she Langdexuming, a saw, but fully understand why China has so many strange mountains, water, but only that enshrined her extreme. The Huangshan, Yuanwang Ye Hao, near view worth mentioning at any angle, any direction, come into the very eyes, are a ready-made landscapes, and the brushwork of Chinese painting technique seems to come from the Mountain:
Cison ancient Qiu Jin, attitude thousands; rocks lofty character, charm abundant; peaks, such as Daoxue ax, high-rise but the texture clear, Yuan Wang went, as if with a brush dipped in layers of wrinkle wrinkle Nongmo formed; misty clouds Margaret is another kind of light ink smudges or bleeding calligraphy. Only black and white America had already sketched out the US-lun-hwan dream-like, really afraid of red spring blooming rhododendrons where Manshan disturbance of the quiet birth of the mood.
Stands Huangshan, is not only confusing, it seems centuries, the Chinese painting, painting to painting just this one mountain, Tang Yin Shen Zhou Wen Zheng-ming, and even cynical of Shi Tao, Zhu Da, what kind of ink are not off the shadow of Huangshan. I suddenly understand why there is such a high reputation Huangshan so much she was in line with the Chinese people's aesthetic taste, but rather that: The Chinese source of beauty is here.
Can not fail to mention also that flying stone, one point of view in the west area can easily see him, quietly standing clouds, the reading to make this world of vicissitudes, an exclusive right of heaven and earth essence, I really feel that he once was and that the title of Yu and students idiots Red Dust robbery here after looking at the busy back to a dream.
(Postscript)
Departure is not long, we can not enjoy tours Huizhou landscape, but the memory of the reversion, after the city hustle and bustle of life complicated still always cool with me. Of those distant villages, long period of flowing water, in the passage of time seems exceptionally in stride. Where the history seems very slow, the story of ancestors took place yesterday, one touch can reach out to more than 1000 years ago marks. Such as homes, not a dream but also what is?
There are no buildings of the temple, there is no glorious statues, and some were village clan's ancestral temple, ancestral souls have enjoyed a stable in a church where, on the descendants of the hut, strewn with old glory of the arch inspire future generations work energetically and strengthen the country. In this way, although the BES after reproduction from generation to generation, the family spirit of Quesihaowei scattered missing, until now, no matter the pace of people to leave their emblem far, several rounds at night is still here, they will always be the Hometown.
Author: sunnylittlecat
