The soul dances on the Tianchi Lake.
This was a catastrophe 300 years ago!
All the beautiful legends and graceful rhythms are quietly opened in the palm of Changbai Mountain in early autumn.
Who started the dialogue between tons of water and boiling magma with passion and flame?
Who soothed the pain of that century with slender hands? How can this fairy's attachment to the tears of human lovesickness stand the visits of the masses and the touch of eyes? Tianchi, born as a sacred object in outer space, was suddenly infiltrated into my gloomy eyes by a surging and soul-shaking water.
Bronze is obviously a sacred hint. Facing the sky, there are hidden thunder and lightning, wind and rain, roaring and shouting. Which century will be its foundation stone?
That night, the fragrance of Changbai Mountain floated into my dream, wild rhododendrons poured out their pure feelings, and patches of moonlight raised their stubborn heads. I turned into a pure-hearted bird, singing spoony in the boundless forest and stirring up passionate ripples at the mysterious Tianchi Lake. Suddenly, the soul swam out and danced on the blue and silent Tianchi Lake.
Life haunts the Grand Canyon.
Life in the boundless forest is trembling.
The Grand Canyon revealed its true colors in the loud noise. The silver practice at the bottom of the valley winds away, leaving the echo of Sanjiangyuan lingering. Overlooking the misty canyon, from time to time there are clever bird songs and love songs of pine birch, which shock my eardrums.
The Grand Canyon is full of vicissitudes, and I feel like I am in the HarmonyOS system. Those dark stone forests that stand tall are clearly the beating notes of the soul of the forest, twisting their cheerful bodies at the narrow valley bottom. The essence of this world has taken away my clever thoughts out of thin air, and I feel pale and powerless in the face of unexpected beauty.
This is a tortuous and beautiful emotional sadness flowing in the forests of Changbai Mountain.
The unpredictable figure is a graceful and charming fairy, stretching freely in the long scenery.
The Grand Canyon is a scabbed wound in the forest and a natural miracle. From a distance, the essence of heaven and earth, the richness of pine and cypress, is everywhere.
Thoughts ripple in the green river.
The king of Korean pine is an elf who has been practicing for a hundred years and is embraced by human beings crazily.
In the dreamlike green water river scenic spot, life floats in the quiet and clear world of Biquan Lake.
Lvshui River is the home of millions of Korean pine trees and a paradise where souls live.
Li Lianshu shows off his lover's snuggling, and the oak tree plays the love song of youth. From a distance, mountains are everywhere, green is boundless, and there is a mysterious color everywhere. The hunting ground in early autumn is very quiet. What about those smart and lovely creatures? Are their songs hidden in winter fairy tales? The sound of gunfire was silent in this fruitful day, presenting a cool and empty picturesque realm to mankind.
A piece of birch forest is a barrier against foreign invasion, and it protects the soul of the forest with its vigorous body. This is a colorful Korean pine orchard, which makes my dull thoughts forget my memory when I look around.
Drifting and boating
Bathe in the tranquility of streams, lakes and mountains, and let your heart stay in the blue waves of fish leisurely moving for one minute. The scenery that falls into my eyes drives me crazy. I can't see myself clearly in the face of the vast forest.
Passion burns in the hearts of forestry workers
Simple hands inherit the persistent belief of Baishan Blackwater.
Changbai Mountain, full of affection and love, is as quiet as a virgin in the fiery comfort.
The picturesque scenery is a yardstick to measure the inner feelings of forestry workers who have experienced vicissitudes and tempering. The coolness and silence of Tianchi Lake is the emotional expression of the patron saint.
The charm of forest workers and the clean spirit of pine birch.
The sincerity of workers is as open-minded as Lin Hai.
The mood of the forester is as quiet as Tianchi.
Quanyangquan sweet dew is brewed with simple and hardworking hands. Green water river is a dreamlike picture scroll, depicting emotions and souls with colored pens. Tonight, I am a baby sleeping in the arms of the mountains, fascinated by Changbai Mountain and dreaming of returning to the Dew River.
Your passion ignited the pine trees in early autumn.
Your love dyed the maple leaves on the lake red.
In the heart of the top tribes, forest workers write beautiful chapters with passion. The endless forests and green mountains and green waters are the songs of life of forest messengers.
Forest workers, a pair of eyes that polish the world with hard work and sweat.
[Prose] Tianchi Lake in Changbai Mountain
201August1June 12: 13:44 Source: Yili Evening News.
Climbing over the mountains and through the jungle, the sun opened its arms, the blue sky smiled mysteriously, and the deep eyes of Tianchi instantly melted me. The heart beats faster, which is the pulse of Changbai Mountain.
How broad the human feelings are, how broad the mind of Tianchi is; How touching is human love, how profound is Tianchi's heart. People are constantly flowing, persistent in the vastness, with only one purpose-Tianchi.
The sun burned my body but didn't hurt my heart. Red high-heeled shoes and red trench coat, whispering in the roar of the skirt, I walked left and right under the umbrella of red roses, surpassing the world of mortals.
What kind of frost sword can hinder my will to find Tianchi? What magnificent poems can tell the inner shock of approaching Tianchi? Temujin was silent, the stone tablet was silent, Lang Lang Gan Kun, vicissitudes of life changed dramatically, and I finally stood on the top of Changbai Mountain across the Qian Shan.
Rugged stone peaks, virgin forests, drinking glasses at the foot of Tianchi Lake.
The sacred wine of the heavenly queen is sweet to drink; The vanity mirror of the seven fairies can't sleep at a glance. I hate that I have no wings, and I have entered Tianchi for three thousand miles. Flowers bloom and fall, and the rain at night does not ask the date.
Spring in Tianchi is full of flowers; In the summer of Tianchi, the blue wind shakes the sand; In the autumn of Tianchi, the peaks compete; In winter in Tianchi, Qiong Yu flies in the air.
The clouds in Tianchi are natural and magical; Tianchi is colorful and unpredictable; The water in Tianchi is cool, sweet and transparent; Before and after the flowers, the snow in Tianchi is particularly bright.
The cool breeze of Tianshan Mountain in Xinjiang makes people want to stay, and the gentle and affectionate Tianchi Lake is attractive and lingering. The sun of Changbai Mountain shines faintly on the face of dreams, and the vast Tianchi ripples.