Changbai Mountain Weirdness Record Ancient Pool Mirror Spirit

The wind in Changbai Mountain hides words that have not been spoken for thousands of years. Yunzhou, a scholar from the south of the Yangtze River, went into the mountains in the snow to continue his father's destiny, hoping to compile a "living mountain chronicle". He met a rough and honest hunter and heard him tell the anecdote about "a deer leading astray"; he met a highly respected mother-in-law and listened to her sing the creation myth of the seven women of the sun falling into a mirror and forming a pool. Even by the ancient mirror pool, I bumped into the phantom in the silver-white gauze skirt - she was a spirit formed by the pool water. She had guarded Changbai Mountain for a thousand years. She was used to seeing greedy people in the world, but she was moved by the sincerity of the scholar. The lines on the boulders are the imprints of thousands of years of volcanoes, and the oral narratives of the mountain people contain the wisdom of survival. Yun Zhou gradually understood that the "spirit" of Changbai Mountain was never an illusory miracle, but the warmth of the interdependence between people and the mountain. But the love between immortals and mortals violated the rules of heaven. Zhenyue Zhenjun came with his heavenly soldiers and forced Jinglingyong to suppress the bottom of the pond. "Mountains and rivers have spirits, and we should remember them with sincerity." Yun Zhou spent three years of hard work writing "Chronicles of Changbai Mountain", leaving Jing Ling's name on the pages of the book forever. And the two pearls at the bottom of the ancient mirror pool will still light up with a faint silver light every full moon night - they are the souls of thousands of years, waiting for someone who sincerely remembers the mountain. This is a work that creates a biography for the mountains and forests and reflects on the people. There are no bloodthirsty evil spirits, only spirits guarding the land and water; there are no senseless horrors, only the warmth and awe hidden in the legend. When the wind blows through the pines and the pond ripples, you will hear the voice of Changbai Mountain: those are words that have not been spoken for thousands of years, and they are also the sincerity hidden in the myth.