Amazing Zhangjiajie

Author: Sun Jianhua
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Publishing Date: 2003-10-01
Features: Unraveling the inextricable mysteries, shrouding the hearts of inquisitive souls; echoing the uncontrollable marvels, crashing down into remote, majestic mountains. All of this stems from a name brimming with charm—Zhangjiajie. Who planted this vast, perilous, peculiar, and wild primeval forest of peaks? Who planted this tall, grand, and straight majestic stone pillars? Who knocked open this heavy, profound door, who unveiled her gentle, mysterious face? Whose footsteps awakened these sleeping mountains, whose call drew the carefree guests? Zhangjiajie, this magnificent child of nature, this towering masterpiece of nature, is now writing her glorious image with the massive "imperial brush" left by King Xiangwang, with the vast blue sky as her paper. Perhaps, only by stepping into this world of stone, forest, and streams can we truly and deeply understand what "natural beauty" truly is. She is unadorned, naturally formed, richly diverse, and endlessly variable. All her layers, all her colors, all her sounds, all her flows, are arranged randomly yet without chaos, combined precisely yet without trace. This is Zhangjiajie, a magical place where the beauty of implication and the beauty of expression are perfectly combined, where the beauty of masculinity is cleverly blended. Unraveling the inextricable mysteries, shrouding the hearts of inquisitive souls; echoing the uncontrollable marvels, crashing down into remote, majestic mountains. All of this stems from a name brimming with charm—Zhangjiajie. Who planted this vast, perilous, peculiar, and wild primeval forest of peaks? Who planted this tall, grand, and straight majestic stone pillars? Who knocked open this heavy, profound door, who unveiled her gentle, mysterious face? Whose footsteps awakened these sleeping mountains, whose call drew the carefree guests? Zhangjiajie, this magnificent child of nature, this towering masterpiece of nature, is now writing her glorious image with the massive "imperial brush" left by King Xiangwang, with the vast blue sky as her paper. Perhaps, only by stepping into this world of stone, forest, and streams can we truly and deeply understand what "natural beauty" truly is. She is unadorned, naturally formed, richly diverse, and endlessly variable. All her layers, all her colors, all her sounds, all her flows, are arranged randomly yet without chaos, combined precisely yet without trace. This is Zhangjiajie, a magical place where the beauty of implication and the beauty of expression are perfectly combined, where the beauty of masculinity is cleverly blended.