Located at the foot of the mountain, the breeze blew over the treetops, and the rustling sound came from the top of the mountain. We climbed the steps along the winding and rugged mountain road. Sunlight shines through the cracks in the dense branches and leaves. If the night sky is dotted with stars, it looks like a light column.
I came to a pavilion halfway up the mountain, opposite a small waterfall close at hand. The waterfall washes the steep rocks on the rock wall, and the sound of the waterfall is intoxicating. I took a deep breath and suddenly felt refreshed and relaxed. Since then, birds have been flying around, and the chirp has added vitality to this place.
When you reach the top of the mountain, look into the distance first. White fog covers every mountain peak, giving people a feeling of fog in the clouds. Describing the mountain, Xu Xiake said: "If the fog opens again, if it is the first cage, it is necessary to cover the sleeves to avoid it and open it again, which is a clever smile for the first person." It is no exaggeration to use it to describe it. Looking down, there is a stretch of Yuan Ye at the foot of the mountain.
Standing on the top of the mountain, breathing the pure air of nature, opening your arms and embracing the breeze blowing slowly, is very fulfilling.
Looking at the distance, I was intoxicated. Perhaps, hundreds of years ago, Xu Xiake also stood on this mountain, equally intoxicated. Suddenly full of poetry, I want to sing a poem by Xu Xiake praising Wugong Mountain:
Hosta, a rugged mountain,
Wuling Mountain is comparable to Wugong Mountain.
Looking forward to the sun is like treating gold.
Tourists stroll among the colorful clouds.
Ah! Beautiful Wugong Mountain, I love you, at the same time, I also bless and praise you!