Day 1: Jiao Shan → Beigushan
The next day: Mifei Calligraphy Park → Xijindu
The Quaker's name for Sunday
Jiao Shan, Zhenjiang, floating jade in the river.
Entering the mountain gate, crossing the stone bridge, passing through the Dinghui Temple, an ancient temple with a history of more than 1800 years, we came to the famous forest of steles in Jiao Shan, where the immortal Yi He Ming is treasured and regarded as "the ancestor of Chinese characters in China" by calligraphers of all ages.
My road twists and turns through a hidden valley. The bonsai garden is a delicate world, and craftsmen are good at their skills.
After leaving Jiao Shan, it takes about 20 minutes to drive to Beigushan, the first mountain in the world.
Walking up the mountain road, you can see Kanluojita in less than ten minutes.
Gu Beishan is not high, but the mountain is steep and occupies the Yangtze River. During the Southern Dynasties, Liang Wudi wrote a book called The First Mountain in the World, praising its shape. Monuments such as Kanluoji and Duojing Building remain at the top of the mountain, recording countless legends of the Three Kingdoms.
the next day
The next morning, drive south for about 30 minutes and arrive at Miffy Calligraphy Park. Mifei lived in Zhenjiang for more than 30 years, and the long mountain stretching for ten miles behind the park was his final resting place.
There are nine pavilions in a corridor, and nine pavilions in a 680-meter corridor are connected in series, and a total of 248 works by Mi Fei are included. If you are a calligraphy lover, you will definitely linger here. If you are not a calligraphy lover, you will definitely appreciate Jiang Zuo's romantic style, which will last forever.
Back to the city at noon, it takes about 10 minutes to arrive at Xijindu, the ancient Millennium crossing. Xijindu, built on the broken mountain plank road, was a crossing ferry thousands of years ago, and now it is the context of Zhenjiang. Take a look at the Millennium stone road, stroll along the small pier street, step into a wooden door on the roadside, and meet the ancient intangible culture.