Dawn at Cangling: The Serene Morning of Luyashan

Luyashan, named for its peaks resembling reed buds, exudes a quiet yet majestic charm. In the early morning, the forest retains the coolness of night dew, with the gentle whispers of pine trees and the chirping of birds as a backdrop. Standing atop the mountain, I watched as the eastern sky gradually turned red, with soft rays of light spreading like silk across the valleys. The sun rose slowly in the distance, gilding the lush forest with a golden edge. As the mist dissipated, dewdrops sparkled like crystals under the sunlight. The sunrise at Luyashan is not abrupt but tender and reserved, like an ink painting gradually coming to life. In this moment, a sense of tranquility settled in my heart, as if all the world's restlessness had retreated with the night, leaving only the serenity and beauty of the morning light.