In the north of Huangshan Mountain, a small village with only seven or eight households at the foot of the mountain, Meiyun and I found a clean place to settle down. Looking from a distance, this mountain with open hands soaring into the clouds is like a lotus in full bloom. The huge rocks in the Grand Canyon are like galloping horses, quiet deep pools, and clear waterfalls; the singing of birds is coming and going, the seasons are vibrant, and the flowers bloom unbeaten. It is embraced by a sea of bamboo forests. Because of this, I named this small village "Youhuangli".
正在打造中的“幽篁里”，越来越美，越来越亲切。
After an autumn rain, the sun was shining brightly. The spirituality and beauty of nature make emotions sublimate again. This is exactly: what we capture is the cloud, what we get is the essence of the cloud. The breath of cloud is flowing in our bones. Are we the embodiment of cloud? Is it the cloud that we are or are we the cloud? Are we Yunxi or Yun is us?
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