The vehicle drove out of Lingling City and ran on the cement road with green trees and cross-strait traffic. In only an hour, it entered the foot of Yangming Mountain where Qifeng and strange rocks, Liuquan waterfalls, cloud mountains and foggy seas, and birds singing. After the car entered Yangmingshan, due to the towering terrain, clouds and twists and turns of the road. Vehicles crawl along the road of Jiuqu series, shaded by shade and prosperity of Muxiu. After a journey of dozens of miles, it took an hour and a half to arrive at the site of the Yangmingshan National Forest Park Management Office. After entering the forest park, the vehicles moved on, and we first came to Wanhe Lake, known as the mountain and holy water. "the water of the river is blue in the sky, draw a boat to sleep sadly". If the West Lake is compared to the beauty Xi Shi, it is always appropriate to have a light makeup. In late spring, Wanhe Lake is like a gentle baby lying in the arms of green hills on all sides, sucking the essence of nature. It is blue waves rippling, the lake is pure, quiet and gentle, let people fall in love at first sight, wander here, the heart can be washed. The green hills on all sides of Wanshou Lake are like lotus thrones. in the red and green, there are flowers of different colors, filled with charming fragrance, gurgling streams, birds gracefully, rabbits and deer from time to time. Wanhe Lake is the source of the Yellow River written by Liu Zongyuan, one of the eight masters of the Tang and Song dynasties. While Wanhe Lake Pingdi is the seat of Xiema nunnery in Ming and Qing dynasties, it is said that it is the place where princesses of the Ming Dynasty escaped from marriage. "Ningyuan County Chronicles" records: "the nunnery was built in the Song Dynasty, also known as ZhaoZen Temple." it is rumored that the temple was built in the Song Dynasty, and the male monk presided over it. During the Zhengde period of the Ming Dynasty, Princess Miaozhu escaped marriage and drove the former monk to rename the Zhaochen Temple. We walked around the lake, enjoying the infinite scenery of the pearls in the mountains, photographing the most beautiful scenery of nature with our mobile phones, thinking of Princess Miaozhu's strange experience of being unorthodox and different from the world, pursuing freedom and yearning for a happy life. Life is unpredictable. "Ten send the Red Army to the Moon Pavilion, on which a high platform will be set up. Taiwan is ten feet high, white jade column, carved dragon painting Phoenix luster, the dynasty also hope to come late also want, the Red Army, this station is called Wanghongtai. We swam across Wanhe Lake and then came to the Red Army Pavilion. The Red Army Pavilion is a hysterical structure with hexagonal shape and red pillars. At the top of the pavilion is a sparkling red pentagram. The inscriptions on the pavilion record the arduous journey of the Red Army's long March and tell touching stories one by one. The pavilion was built by the Shuangpai county government to commemorate the transfer of the sixth Red Army led by Ren Bishi, Xiao Ke and Wang Zhen to Yangmingshan. In 1934, under the leadership of Ren Bishi, Xiao Ke, and Wang Zhen, the sixth Red Army Corps entered the Yangmingshan area in the early morning of August 16, destroyed the Yangmingshan Special District Office and the rising Sun Township Office, shot and executed the notoriously sinful head of the Yangming Special Zone of the Kuomintang, Feng Mingtuo, publicized to the local people that the Red Army was a poor team, carried out activities to fight against local tyrants, relieved the people, and harmonized the feelings of the army and the people. In Xiema an by Wanhe Lake, the head of the sixth Red Army Corps organized a strategic transfer meeting to abandon the establishment of a revolutionary base area in Yangmingshan, known as the "Xiema Nunnery" meeting. We recall the past of the sixth Red Army Corps's long March through Yangmingshan, relive the war years with flames of war, and express our great respect for the revolutionary martyrs. After visiting the Red Army pavilion, we drove to the top of the mountain and paid homage to the group sculptures of Ren Bishi, Xiao Ke, Wang Zhen, and other leaders of the sixth Red Army Corps along the road, and swore to the party flag. Then step on the stone steps to the revolutionary martyrs monument to pay tribute to those martyrs who died for the country and the national heroes. When the sixth Red Army moved to Yangmingshan, a total of 10 injured Red Army were killed by the Qingxiang regiment of the local national party, and their blood dyed the Yangmingshan rhododendron even redder. We observed a solemn moment of silence under the Martyrs Monument to express our infinite respect and nostalgia for our revolutionary ancestors, sowing red seeds, rooted in red genes, and absorbing the strength of progress. "there are more than 480 ancient temples left over from the Southern Dynasty, and countless towers are shrouded in wind, cloud and rain." then we got on the bus and walked all the way. After 20 minutes, the car came to the Wanshou Temple. The temple is covered by towering green trees, and on its east and west sides, the mountains run across its arms, known as "double dragons play beads". It is said that during the reign of Jiajing, Zen Master Zheng Xiufeng became a Buddha at the age of 39 in Yangmingshan, and his body was immortal. Therefore, it was named the Seven ancestor Buddha by the emperor. The Chronicles of Yangming Mountain recorded that "his body was unlucky after his death, and his body was like King Kong." Wang Song of the Southern Wei of the Ming Dynasty honored him as the "Seven ancestors", changed the temple to the Wanshou Temple, and gave the couplet "the famous mountain is honored through the ages, and the living Buddha is revered through thousands of families". All the year round, it attracts more than 1 million benevolent men and women around to worship Buddha and burn incense. On the left side of the temple, there is a town water tower, under which there is a square water well. the well water seeps out from the stone without a spring, and the bottom of the well and all around the well are built with bluestone slate. the water is clear and clear, clean and pure, the rain does not overflow for a long time, the drought is not dry for a long time, clear and sweet, calm as a mirror, it is said that drinking well water can prolong life. There are wooden spoons on the stones of the well for monks and tourists in the temple. I used a scoop of water to drink, the water is sweet and pleasant, beautiful. I poured out the water from the mineral water bottle and reloaded it with the holy water in the mountain. When we came out of Wanshou Temple, we crossed a section of cement road and climbed up along the Lin Jian path paved with bluestone slabs. On both sides of the winding and narrow slate road, the vines are tangled with vines, the parameters are brushed, and the Phoenix tail bamboo is green. After a few roads, the eyes are suddenly enlightened, and the rhododendrons all over the mountains form a sea. The cuckoo varies in shape and variety. Some branches and leaves are sparse, some dry branches are dry; some are lush, handsome, tall and straight, and some are like Qiu long, vigorous and quaint. The designs and colors are even more colorful. Clusters, clumps, shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, densely packed, squeezed, colorful open, some like anger, some like Yunxia, so colorful, so colorful. "there is no need to watch the spring breeze in Mingyuan, where the mountain flowers are not defeated all the way. Every day, Jinjiang is like a brocade, and Qingxi reflects Shanhong. The red, varied and fragrant azaleas have attracted tens of millions of tourists. In the flowers, in the valleys, in the steep slopes, by the side of the road, big and small, old and young, lovers, a family. Shuttling among the flowers, walking in the fragrant path, taking pictures under the flowers, especially the young girls fiddling with various postures and making charming movements, let the flowers fall on the skirt and float on the face, and the picture of "the cuckoo reflecting each other red on the face" appears from time to time. Everyone was talking, praising, sighing and cheering. "it's like swimming in the garden in the old days, and the car is like a dragon. The flower moon is the spring breeze. The splendor of flowers like the sea and people like the tide. "it is a pity that the azaleas are in full bloom, and the spring breeze blows all the different climbs. ". In the face of gorgeous appearance, dazzling and charming, thousands of azaleas. Not to be outdone, we took out mobile phones and cameras to take photos and videos. "the magnificent, rosy and strange view of the world often lies in the danger and distance, and people are so rare that they cannot be reached unless they have a will." We walked all the way without fear of hardships and dangers. The more upward the scenery, the more beautiful and magical, the wider the field of vision. It will be at its zenith, with a panoramic view of the small mountains around it. We boarded the Yangmingshan viewing platform. Standing on the stage, the wind blowing clothes, green clouds swinging chest, body shaking, trembling shock, there is a "dangerous building a hundred feet high, hands can pick the stars, do not dare to speak loudly, afraid to frighten the heavenly people." Standing on the observation platform, I have a close view of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. The peaks rise and fall, like a tumbling sea and a blue sky dotted with stars; the pavilions and Buddhas with flying eaves and cliffs stand in the beautiful mountains, such as Southern Heavenly Gate in the sky and like Yuxu Palace, and that clear as mirrors and lakes dotted in the green hills, like a piece of Jasper, the village at the foot of the mountain becomes small, looming in the misty clouds, like a fairyland on earth. Exposure to this, I have reached a "peak, I forget two things" situation, all troubles are not quickly washed clean! I hope to be one with heaven and earth. Unfortunately, time is tight, and at the urging of my friends, I only leave with unfinished interest and a sense of loss!