Looking far into the distance, at the top of Zhongnan, the remaining snow is leisurely suspended at the end of the sea of clouds, as if the nine-day wonderland has been left in the mortal world, weaving an otherworldly winter picture. At dawn in the forest, the clear light penetrates the mist like filaments and falls gently, covering this ancient city with an elegant twilight gauze, adding a bit of tranquility and mystery. This scene and emotion are just like the poetry flowing through the writings of Zu Yong, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty. The breathtaking snow scene in Zhongnan, which transcends the barriers of time and space, is once again vividly presented today, which is breathtaking.
In the depth of winter, Zhongnan Mountain is tightly wrapped in a bright silver gauze. The cold wind is like a sharp knife, cutting the air; the snowflakes dance lightly, using the heaven and earth as the stage, carving the entire mountain into a crystal clear and dazzling ice crystal palace. The ancient Taoist temples in the mountains are winding and endless, like dragon veins. The snow covers them, adding a bit of holiness and solemnity, as if they are covered with pure white robes given by heaven and earth, holy and solemn.
