The vast and lonely Wutai mountains made me seem to hear a long flute sound coming from the horizon. It was ethereal, nine-turn, blown away by the mountain wind, and turned into thousands of mist, covering the whole world.
On the hillside, patches of larch, patches of mountain flowers, and patches of thick green grass are all distinct. Colleagues traveling with us felt as if we were in the Tianshan Mountains of the Western Regions.
The winding mountain road twists and turns, leaving a long aftertaste. Looking from a distance, the end of the road is often a mountain stream. Only when the car arrives, can the winding road turn back and forth, and there will be another world. At this time, I looked back and was surprised to see white clouds floating in the sky. The white smoke was emitting from the mountain fire that I mistakenly thought was a good thing. I looked carefully and found that it was cloud. My mind suddenly opened up and I felt like walking in the clouds.