Qianlou, although not listed as one of the Eight Scenic Spots in the Clouds, its charm remains undiminished in my heart. Every time I approach it, it feels like opening a thick history book. That ancient brick and stone has witnessed many changes and vicissitudes of time. It has witnessed the war years of Jin Ge Tie Ma and the bustling fireworks of the prosperous world. It is not only a witness to history, but also a guardian of time.
In the long river of time, there are always some nights that shine like brilliant stars, unforgettable. On the evening of the 11th, it was a night like a rose, mysterious and beautiful, emitting a unique charm.
Years have passed since the Double Ninth Festival, and now there is another Double Ninth Festival. I stood in front of the seat that had been planned with Brother Li for a long time, quietly waiting for the sun to rise and pass by the meteorological station, forming the moment of hanging sun.
When the sky was still immersed in the quiet blues, I was already standing by the Wenying Lake. The lake is like a huge mirror, calm without any ripples, perfectly reflecting the shape of the sky.
The wind of late summer, with a hint of coolness, gently brushes over every inch of the land on Dianding Mountain. I stood on the big stone at the top of the mountain, gazing at the brilliant Milky Way, and endless emotions surged in my heart. I don't know how many times I have been to this spot. In the past, I used to watch the vast starry sky alone, but this time, someone finally accompanies me to watch the stars.