Emerald mountains, verdant. In this sea of green, I seem to hear Du Fu's aria: "I see the mountains from afar, and the water is silent." "Each leaf tells the story of spring, with a breeze and green waves.
Walking in the Emerald Valley, I felt as if I had crossed into Wang Zhilian's "Climbing the Stork Tower", with endless green in front of me and a babbling stream under my feet. I touched the coolness of the jade and felt the breath of nature.
The emerald lake at night is like a huge emerald inlaid between heaven and earth. I looked at the lake, the calm water reflecting the starry sky. I seemed to hear Du Mu's chant: "The night of the heavenly steps is as cold as water, lying down and watching the morning glory Vega." ”
The emerald lake under the sun is sparkling, just like the moonlit bed in Li Bai's "Silent Night Thoughts". I closed my eyes and let my mind be immersed in this emerald dream.
Standing at the top of the Emerald Peak, I looked down on the green world below. At this moment, I understood what it meant to be "not afraid of clouds and clouds, and to be at the top". ⛰️
In the end, I left this emerald land with a lot of emotion. Looking back, the green scenery seems to have become my spiritual sustenance. I know this is the pure land I'm looking for.