As the evening rays spill over the range, the ever-moving clouds looked like hundreds of crimson and silver carps swimming through the jewel blue sky. The softness of the clouds contrasted with the elegant silhouette of far-reaching pinnacles. From a distance, one spies an occasional shadow of a twisted bonsai at the tip, or a boulder balancing on its edge, one of the many oddities on Mt Huangsan in An Hui Provice, seven hours away from Shanghai.
It is the ephemeral mist shouding the almost omnipresent pinnnacles that made this a world heritage site, one which sees many nature loving pilgrims flocking in from all over China. As the mist spills down a gorge like a ghostly waterfall, elsewhere, a real waterfall gushes down from some 20 stories high, spraying the dew moistured air with ice-cold droplets. Mount Huangshan feels like it is constanly moving, with its mirage of colours, red from the berries, yellow from the birds and purple from the flowers,sway and dance with the wind and changes in season.
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