Wutai Mountain, a holy place of Buddhism, a place of devotion. Finally, I stepped on this mysterious land. In the early morning, the first ray of sunshine was spilled in the mountains, the mist was light, and the ancient temples were looming. Step into the mountain gate, the ancient trees are towering, and the Sanskrit is . Along the stone steps, every step seems to be asking the soul. The temples in Taihuai Town are magnificent, with moths and arches, which are all solemn. The white tower towers into the clouds, the tower is white, and the spires are shining like Buddha light. Entering the top of the Bodhisattva, the Buddha statues in the temple are solemn, the murals are exquisite, and every painting tells the ancient legend. The monks chanted the sound of scriptures, which made people feel quiet. On the top of Dailuo, overlooking the mountains, the sea of clouds, the mountains and the mountains and the mountains and the mountains and the mountains and the mountains and the mountains and the mountains and the mountains and the mountains and the mountains and the mountains and the mountains and the mountains and the mountains and the mountains and the mountains and the mountains and the mountains and the mountains and the mountains and the mountains and the mountains and the mountains and the mountains and the mountains and the mountains and the mountains and the mountains and the mountains and the mountains and the Here I feel the weight of history and the compassion of Dharma. This journey has made me awe and made me understand the peace and peace of my heart.