Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Mt. Huang Shan

Thousands of feet high towers the Yellow Mountains
With its thirty-two magnificent peaks,
Blooming like golden lotus flowers
Amidst red crags and rock columns.
Once I was on its lofty summit,
Admiring Tianmu Pine below.
The place is still traceable where the immortal
Before ascending to heaven made elixir out of jade.
Now you embark on your journey there alone---
Another Wen Boxue I happened to meet---
Who've been to Five Mountains for beauty of nature,
Leaving behind countless ranges of hills.
Homeward you go back to White Goose Ridge,
Back to drink from your Elixir Well.
If by chance I pay you a visit,
I expect to be met by your light carriage.
Eastwards from Lingyang you bend your steps,
And pick your way through fragrant bushes,
Many a stream and many a ford,
Peaks upon peaks shutting out the sky
That's where I'll call on you some other day
Across a bridge that spans cliffs like a rainbow.
--Li Bai

The above poem was made by an outstanding Chinese poet, Li Bai, titled with "Seeing off Hermit Wen Back to Former Residence White Goose Peak in the Yellow Mountains" . Truly, Mt.Huangshan is a magical mountain it's like a perfect unfolded Chinese landscape painting. Wherever you are at this charming mountain, you always have something to enjoy and take photos. A Chinese saying goes: Having seen the five holy mountains, no need to visit any other mountain. However, No need to see the five holy mountains if you have seen Mt. Huang Shan.

Taking cable-car to YunGu Temple, from where we started climbing.


Most stone stairs built along the cliff

The road we were taking

Amist the Fog


Huangshan Pine. Those pines typically grow at high altitudes on steep, rocky crags, and are an integraltion component of the exceptional landscape. The fantastic pines, the grotesque rocks, the sea of clouds, and the hot springs are the four major attractions of HuangShan.

HuangShan Pine

Calligraphy on the rock. Literally, "Created by the Heaven"


Wild flower on the mountain, showing her beauty silently.

Wild Flower

Lock of Love. People,especially lovers, incribed their names on locks, with the hope that the magic mountain can witness and strengthen their love.


The cliff



With mom and dad

For years, mom and dad went through wind and rain in their life. No matter what happens, they are always together. This picture reminded me of the old Chinese saying from the Book of Odes (论语, written as early as 1000BC) 执子之手,与子偕老

"I hold your hands;
We are to grow old together."

Mom and Dad -1

Photographed by Jennie Bai.

Copyright ©Jennie Bai. All Rights Reserved.

(This article was initially written in the summer of 2006.)

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