The Cool of Summer at Jiuhua Mountain Can No Longer Be Hidden...
Flowers fall from the treetops, the fragrance has passed.
Jiuhua Mountain has ferried to the corner of summer.
Jasmine fragrance wafts, lotus mirrors the sun.
Thousands of mountains are green, thousands of trees offer shade.
It is all the breath of summer.
Equally beautiful, meditative, and tranquil.
Sunlight reveals faint radiance among drifting clouds.
Morning mist fills the mountain stream, yellow-walled temples appear and disappear.
The sound of bells and chanting murmurs rise.
Borne on the morning mist and wind, they resound through Jiuhua Valley.
Let us be wild with poetry and wine.
The drifting clouds gather thicker and thicker.
Then rain falls on Jiuhua with an unhurried pace.
Splashing into the mountain forest, nourishing all things.
Take a ladle of clear spring, brew a pot of mountain tea.
Sit quietly by the window listening to the rain.
Filled with the simple joys of the mortal world.
After the rain, Jiuhua appears even more clear and beautiful.
That cascading greenness.
Shimmering with radiance, undisturbed and unstartled.
The rising mist is like flowing poetic rhythm.
Circulating a hazy beauty, floating a magnificent romance.
Full of abundant Zen spirit.
In Jiuhua Mountain, clear lotus already stands gracefully on the water.
Endless green, yet layer upon layer without chaos, each forming its own entity.
Rain clears and skies brighten, water and wind, clear lotus, bright pond.
Gentle breeze lightly ripples, emerald waves undulate.
Silver blossoms drop into ripples of early summer.
Encounter the ultimate beauty.
In the mountain light, dusk rises.
Drifting clouds at the horizon gradually scatter.
Sunlight chisels out thin slivers of gaps.
After the rain, the sea of clouds is like a flowing pink silk ribbon.
Until the twilight gradually dims, fades, and disappears.
Night slowly rises, moonlight like a white silk.
Accompanied by the summer night breeze, walk alone into the forest.
Watch the layered bamboo shadows, listen to the cicadas' calls one after another.
Feel the cool breeze on your face, let the night moon whisper.
In the summer night of Jiuhua, be still and solemn.
Grind all tangled thoughts into fine powder.
Photography: Cheng Zhouping
