In the early morning, mist hovers over Laoshan National Forest Park. Sunlight penetrates the dense canopy, touching the layered green mountains with soft warmth. The mountain breeze carries the pure scent of plants, calming all worldly noise.
Standing on the observation tower, endless woodland unfolds gently. Lush forests roll with the terrain, quiet and vast. Hidden in the mountains, ancient temples stand silently, letting time flow slowly within the secluded valleys.
Moving forward to Pearl Spring, clear spring water surges with clapping sounds. Countless tiny bubbles rise like scattered pearls. The ancient spring has nourished this land for thousands of years, blending mountains, water and vitality into one peaceful scene.
In the afternoon, I walk into Pukou Railway Station. Weathered tracks and vintage corridors retain the marks of a century. This literary land carries the tender farewell described in The Back View. Wind sweeps through the empty platform, bridging the past and the present.
As sunset falls over the Yangtze River Ecological Park, golden rays spread across the river waves. The river wind is gentle, and the whole waterfront becomes quiet and warm.
Pukou collects forest freshness, spring tenderness and river-side memories. It is a place where nature relaxes and time leaves soft traces.
