The Inexhaustible Jiuhua Mountain, the Unforgettable Autumn

Heaven and earth are silent, yet the four seasons proceed.

Jiuhua in autumn, profound and serene.

The essence of autumn lies in the ancient paths.

On the ancient path, a thatched hut, the clear autumn speaks simply.

Noble scholars in the forest, surrounded by slender bamboo.

Listen to the sounds of autumn, hear the voice of the heart.

Walking all the way into the depths of autumn.

The essence of autumn lies in architecture.

In the ancient realm of misty haze, imagery unfolds.

Silently witnessing, subtly comprehending without words.

The yellow walls that have weathered the vicissitudes,

The eaves that have witnessed history,

Stories being told gently.

The autumn of Jiuhua Mountain

Not only clothes the natural earth,

But also permeates the ancient buildings.

The essence of autumn lies on the branches.

Falling leaves leave no trace, the sound of a zither is simple.

The sky is vast, the mist is faint, quiet birds chase one another.

The autumn wind, without a sound,

Gathers strength bit by bit,

Moistens the thrill of colorful leaves,

Enriches the joy of harvest,

Completing this season.

The essence of autumn lies in the bright eyes.

High mountains and autumn rivers, vast and silent beauty.

With a deep heart, one goes alone; with solitary intent, one flies freely.

Photo by Chen Shengcai.

Melting and delighting with the scenery.

Photo by Cheng Liming.

The gentle clouds,

The mountains that are both poetry and painting,

That is the eternal sky.

The autumn colors of Jiuhua, ethereal and vast.

Wandering heart under the vast sky, at ease looking up and down.