Shouyangji

Shouyang Mountain is as high as the clouds, and the green pines and cypresses hide the ancient beauty. The spring breeze blows in the face, and the peach blossoms smile, and the water flows around the mountains. The deer leaps in the forest, frightening the birds, and the cranes sing across the sky. The wild paths are secluded and there are few pedestrians, and the sound of ancient temple bells enters the cold evening. The sunset is full of rays in the west, and the beautiful scenery of Shouyang enters the heart. It's hard to describe this feeling and scenery. I wish I could leave this mountain and never think about returning it.