Viewed from the side, it becomes a ridge; viewed from the flank, it becomes a peak.
Near and far, high and low—each is different.
Not recognizing the true face of Mount Lu.
It's only because I'm here in these mountains.
As a child, whenever I read Su Shi’s poem “Inscribed on the West Forest Wall,” I would dream of one day reaching Mount Lu, admiring the breathtaking scenery described in the poem, listening to the cascading roar of the waterfall, sipping the crisp mountain spring water, and soaking in the gentle murmur of the flowing streams—what a blissful and tranquil experience that would be! Today, I finally had the chance to catch a glimpse of Lushan’s true face, and I’m incredibly excited.
The misty Lushan Mountain is quietly waiting for you to come! 9 Moon 15 On the 1st, the Boss Group News family continued... 3 The company’s team-building event officially kicked off this morning. 7 At exactly the right time, our group set off promptly from the White Building of Boss Group, heading toward our destination—Mount Lu. Along the way, everyone chatted and laughed, discussing everything about Mount Lu and fantasizing about the breathtaking scenery and extraordinary adventures that awaited us once we arrived. After a journey lasting approximately... 10 After an hour’s drive, we arrived in Jiujiang, feeling overjoyed and convinced that we’d reached our destination—only to find out, as the tour guide informed us, that there was still... 400 As the winding mountain road lay ahead, everyone suddenly felt a wave of disappointment. But as we sat on the bus and rounded one bend after another, the sky grew ever bluer, and the breeze carried with it a faintly “humid” freshness. From time to time, we could even catch a distant murmur of water. The red-roofed villas, set against the backdrop of lush greenery all around, took on an especially poetic charm. As we savored this serene and delightful scene, the long-held sense of disappointment about our delayed arrival at Lushan seemed to melt away in an instant. “Get off the bus!” With the tour guide’s loud call, we finally reached our destination—by now, it was late afternoon. “Good things often take time”—that phrase perfectly captured how we felt at that moment.
Night stroll through Guling Town
Guling Town, the most famous small town on Mount Lu, surprisingly resembles a bustling marketplace, with shops, hotels, restaurants, a post office, and banks. The supermarket... it has everything you could possibly need. I never would have imagined that, high atop the majestic Mount Lu, nestled among towering pines and lush bamboo, there would be such a beautiful little town, built in harmony with the contours of the land. The merchants’ lively calls echoing one after another, elderly folks dancing and practicing swordplay in the central garden, street artists sketching scenes right on the sidewalk, and an endless stream of tourists—Guling Town is like a town floating among the clouds, immersed in the embrace of verdant hills and crystal-clear waters, utterly enchanting.
How much do we know about the scenery of Mount Lu?
Led by our tour guide, we arrived at Rujin Lake—the very lake where the male and female protagonists of "Love on Lushan" went swimming. Rujin Lake is one of Lushan’s most famous lakes, named for its violin-like shape. The pavilion in the middle of the lake appears even more enchanting, set off against the gently rippling waters that sway with the breeze. On the opposite shore lies a dense bamboo grove. Under the blue sky and amid fluffy white clouds, the slightly greenish surface of the lake reflects their beauty, lending the scene an especially charming allure.
“By April, the fragrant blossoms have all faded from the mortal world, yet the peach flowers in the mountain temple are just beginning to bloom.” As we admired the lakeside scenery, we set off toward the flower-lined path described by the poet Bai Juyi in his poem “Peach Blossoms at Dalin Temple.” Surrounded by extraordinary trees and breathing in the crisp, fresh air, we stepped into Bai Juyi’s thatched cottage, where we could almost hear him softly吟唱: “I’ve long lamented spring’s departure—nowhere to be found! Who would have thought it had slipped right into this very place,” and “Wandering aimlessly, where shall I end up? Alas, I’ve fallen into the mountains of Kuanglu…”
Next to Rulin Lake lies Jinxiu Valley. Nestled between steep cliffs, a half-length stone bridge spans the gorge. Beneath the bridge, a stream murmurs softly, and bizarre rock formations stand tall—this is the famed Tianqiao Bridge. After crossing the Tianqiao Bridge and passing through the perilous peaks, you’ll arrive at Xianren Cave. Legend has it that Lü Dongbin once practiced here and attained immortality, hence the cave’s name. Inside Xianren Cave, a divine statue of Lü Dongbin is enshrined, majestically seated atop a niche. Tourists take turns stepping forward to offer incense and make their wishes. Chairman Mao once... 1961 The poet of the year inscribed these words here: “Heaven has naturally created a fairy cave, where boundless beauty lies atop perilous peaks.” Next, we visited Hanpo Kou—the very spot that Chairman Mao loved most for watching sunrises and evening glows—and from there, we gazed into the distance at the misty, ethereal Five Old Men Peaks.
You’re not truly a visitor to Lushan unless you’ve seen San Die Spring.
The beauty of Mount Lu has long been renowned as “the most extraordinary and exquisite in the world”—and indeed, the beauty of Mount Lu... , The waterfall takes center stage. We took the little mountain train to experience Lushan’s most majestic waterfall—the Three-Tier Spring. The ascent and descent take about... 3000 The many steps leading up to the Three-Stage Spring felt like quite a challenge for someone like me, who’s been lacking in exercise. Yet the “ding-dong” sound of the spring water echoing in my ears stirred a deep, fervent longing within me. Step by step, I descended along the terraced path; the closer I got, the more breathtaking the cascading roar of the waterfall became... All I heard was someone shouting, “San Die Quan, here I come!” I looked up—and there it was, a lush, verdant expanse, yet nowhere in sight of any waterfall. Just a hundred meters or so beneath my feet, the crowd was already thickening. I knew my destination was close at hand, but still no sign of the waterfall itself. Unable to contain my excitement any longer, I quickened my pace. Suddenly, out of the shadows among the trees, a faint white glow flickered briefly—there it was, the San Die Quan, almost within reach, yet somehow still shy, with an air of “holding back half the face behind a lute.” As I stepped onto the viewing platform, the San Die Quan finally unveiled its mysterious veil. Amidst the layered green hills, it seemed like a beauty emerging from her bath, her flowing sleeves dancing gracefully; like countless pearls cascading from the heavens, each one falling in perfect synchrony—a truly breathtaking spectacle. “The waters plunge straight down three thousand feet—could it be the Milky Way itself descending from the nine heavens?” This famous line from Li Bai’s poem “Looking at the Lu Mountain Waterfall” is often thought by visitors to describe precisely this very waterfall—the San Die Quan. Yet in fact, Li Bai wrote these words after seeing a different waterfall altogether. Who knows what timeless verses Li Bai might have composed had he ever laid eyes on the San Die Quan?
My trip to Mount Lu came to an end all too quickly. I’d like to thank the “Boss Group News” for organizing this outing—it fulfilled a childhood dream of mine. I’m also deeply grateful to my fellow travelers for their kindness and support. The breathtaking scenery of mountains and waters has left an indelible impression on my heart.
