In the Red Cliffs, we look for the warmth left behind by the years

#Sign up for tripbest July Hotel Tester When I first arrived at Huoshizhai, the intensely red Danxia landform caught my eye, burning like a flame between heaven and earth. The cliffs are staggered with strange peaks, sharp lines, and colorful colors, just like a brush swiped by the earth, bold and unrestrained. I stood on the edge of the cliff, and the wind blew over the rocks, bringing a hint of heat, as if the ancient volcano had not yet extinguished. Walking into the depths of the scenic area, those strangely shaped rocks are like silent gods, guarding this primitive wilderness. Talking to Huoshizhai is like talking to time. There is no flashy decoration here, only the original colors of the world and the carvings of nature. Walking through the cracks and canyons, I feel like I am walking into the depths of history inch by inch. Huoshizhai is a geological miracle, and it is also a burning of the soul. It makes me re-understand the word "heat" in silence. It is not only temperature, but also the original pulse and passion of life.