Walking on the plank road, along the way, I experienced the grandeur and power of panic platform and enjoyed all kinds of pleasing Buddhist roads. Full of expectation, I stepped into the mouth of the Tibetan Dao cave and enjoyed the masterpieces of nature. Soon after I entered the cave, I enjoyed many pleasing stalactites, moist and fresh. Some of them rise vertically from the top to the ground like jade pillars, some hang upside down in the air like rain clouds, and some flock to the sky like white waves. It's really spectacular, spectacular. Among these stones, the most striking is the very sharp stalactite. At this time, I can't help but sigh that the ingenuity of nature can be comparable to or even slightly better than the brilliant diamond after cutting. This stalactite is shaped like a scabbard piercing the gorge wall, which is one of the reasons why many tourists come here. This unique stalactite has been lingering in my mind for a long time. Thousands of years of running water have silently created such amazing beauty. My hand stroked the wet and cold cliff. Water flows gently through my fingertips, and thousands of years seem to slip through my fingers. Looking around, I saw someone as crazy as me, closed my eyes, felt the passion of crossing just visiting, and experienced the infinite fun brought by nature.
We walked happily on the forest path, took a deep breath and felt the aura of heaven and earth hidden in the mountains and rivers of nature. At this time, I was attracted by the beautiful picture in front of me. A small river spreads quietly among the trees, and I can't wait to get on board. The boatman paddled gently, and the microwave aroused different shapes of waterlines. In a flash, I suddenly realized that water is the soul of Jindaoxia. Whether it is a thousand-year-old tree with a long history, a crack in the valley of nature, or a smooth stone wall, deep pool and cave, without water, it loses its unique charm. With love and praise for the stream, I gently stroked the stream with my fingertips. This is because the crystal clear stream seems to exude great attraction and deeply attracts me. I can't help but fantasize that I have become a light and translucent droplet, jumping into the stream and blending with it. We wandered leisurely in the quiet forest path, mumbling and singing this; We finally shuttled through the narrow cracks in the rock, and the right bank drummed when we turned sharply. We flew straight down the waterfall and the thunder was deafening. When the water drops fall into the deep pool, there is a thin layer of water mist floating on the water surface, just like a group of fairies dancing with veils ... We are the notes of the Golden Knife Gorge, always rhythmic, playing one soul movement after another. When the bow kissed the dock, I was called back to reality by the music of birds singing, but I was still intoxicated with it, madly weaving the dream of water droplets.
The aftertaste is like the infinite beauty of traveling in a world of pictures. Although there is no grandeur of the Three Gorges and no vastness of the blue sea, Jindaoxia has its own exquisiteness and charm. Looking back, I will take a look at the Golden Knife Gorge, which has been covered by mountains, and my heart is full of sadness.