Zhangjiajie: Where the Immortals Stroll After Rain

This is not an advertisement for anyone, nor because it is the backyard of my old Zhang family. I have seen many mountains and grew up among green mountains and clear waters since childhood, so these things are really not new to me. In recent years, having spent a long time in the city, when I go out to see mountains, it is mostly to breathe the outside air, exercise my muscles, and cultivate feelings with clients or colleagues. I have never felt the feeling of fully enjoying a scenic spot. When my workplace said we were going to Zhangjiajie, I thought to myself, running so far to see mountains, the cost is too high, is it necessary? It's really suffering. But who knew, after seeing those mountains and thinking about them again, one word, "convinced," another word, "sigh," another word, "superb." If I use four words, there is only one idiom that has been prepared for it, spoken for it, and passed down for it for thousands of years—"divine craftsmanship." Thanks to the boss, thanks to Hunan, thanks to the vast land and abundant resources, thanks to the beautiful rivers and mountains. Looking at the green mountains and clear waters, white clouds drifting, it's a pity Li Bai is not here; only I sigh alone.

Zhangjiajie: Where the Immortals Stroll After Rain

Author: Zhang Zhiyong, Zhengzhou

Last night a light rain passed