Niaodiao Mountain, a forgotten fairyland.

Among the many secret places in Dali, Niaodiao Mountain is undoubtedly a place that makes people linger. It is not as well-known as Erhai Lake, nor is it as majestic as Cangshan Mountain, but it is this low-key and hidden nature that makes it the most unique and unforgettable experience of my trip. In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight penetrated the curtains, I couldn't wait to embark on the journey to Niaodiao Mountain. On the way, the tranquility and leisure of Dali followed me like a shadow, as if even the air was filled with a unique charm. As the vehicle slowly drove into the mountains, the scenery in front of me gradually became primitive and mysterious. It was a piece of pure land that had not been overdeveloped, and every leaf and stone exuded the charm of nature. At the foot of the mountain, I took a deep breath of fresh air, as if I could wash away the dust of my soul. When I started climbing, I chose a relatively hidden path, wanting to experience the charm of this land more deeply. On both sides of the path were lush trees and colorful wildflowers, and occasionally I could hear the sound of birds singing in the distance, crisp and pleasant, like a symphony of nature. As the altitude gradually increased, I began to feel the uniqueness of Niaodiao Mountain. It seemed to be a world isolated from the world, without the hustle and bustle of the city, only pure nature and tranquility. I stopped, closed my eyes, and let my soul have a deep conversation with this land. At that moment, I seemed to hear the voice of my heart and feel the rhythm of life. Continuing forward, I came to an open meadow. Here, groups of cattle and sheep were leisurely grazing, and the mountains in the distance were layered and shrouded in mist, like a moving picture. I lay on the grass, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, and my heart was filled with endless emotion and joy. Everything here is so real and fresh, as if I can touch the essence of life. On Niaodiao Mountain, I also met a local old man. He told me that this is a habitat for many migratory birds, and every spring and autumn, a large number of migratory birds stop and rest here. Listening to the old man's story, my heart was filled with awe and gratitude for nature. This is not only the home of humans but also the cradle of countless lives. Back in the ancient city of Dali, I strolled on the bluestone road, and my heart was still echoing with the beauty and tranquility of Niaodiao Mountain. I think this is the meaning of travel - to meet the real self on the unknown road and feel the beauty of life. And Niaodiao Mountain is the most touching chapter in this deep dialogue between the soul and nature.