It was another sunny weekend, and I didn't want to waste this opportunity to shoot stars. I came to the big rock of Dianding Mountain again. Although I had been here countless times, I actually wanted to change my seat. However, I haven't found a quieter environment nearby, so I had to come again.

This large stone statue depicts the face of a giant. I have taken several shots of various compositions, but this time I racked my brains and couldn't think of a better one. So I sat up and looked up, waiting for the rise of the Milky Way. The mountain breeze carries the fragrance of plants and trees, brushing against my cheeks with a hint of coolness, dispersing all the restlessness left in the daytime.

As the sky gradually darkened, the surroundings became surprisingly quiet, except for the chirping of insects in the grass, weaving a soft web that enveloped the entire mountaintop.

The sky gradually became soaked in a deep ink blue, with a few bright stars sporadically embedded on it, flickering weakly but firmly. I know this blues moment is just a prelude to the appearance of Star River. Wait patiently for a while longer, and the number of stars will gradually increase.

At the end of the twilight, a faint silver glow spread out from the sky, slowly spreading like a veil. I quickly stood up, my gaze fixed tightly on the silver glow. That would be the Milky Way! The stars in the river are densely packed like sand, leaning and twinkling against each other, outlining the outline of the Milky Way even more clearly. Near the center of the Milky Way, the light becomes even more brilliant

I have already adjusted the parameters and aimed the camera at this dazzling galaxy. At the moment the shutter was pressed, all I could hear were the gentle rustling of the mountain breeze and my own breathing. Countless stars are shining brightly in the lens, and the light bands of the Milky Way are clearly visible. Those dark stars that are difficult to detect with the naked eye are also revealing their bodies, decorating the sky with dense and dazzling lights. Occasionally, shooting stars streak across the sky, leaving behind a brief yet brilliant trail of light. Though fleeting, they leave an eternal awe in the eyes.

I tirelessly pressed the shutter button, capturing this brilliant moment time and time again. Until his wrist started to ache, he stopped moving and sat back on the big stone to look up again. This brilliant galaxy is the most generous gift from nature. The mountain breeze still lingers, the chirping of insects never ceases, yet I am speechless with this galaxy, as if understanding the tranquility and grandeur of the universe.