Entering the Qinglong Falls. Just entering the gate, there is a fresh and refined picture. As we move forward, we can hear the sound of the rushing water more clearly. We can't wait to run to the stone bridge and come to the stone bridge. Everyone looks around at the silhouette of the Qinglong. It appears to us like clouds hanging in the clouds, thousands of practices hanging upside down, Bailian merging with the green hills. It's a style. Beautiful mountains and rivers! Come to the foot of the waterfall, look up at the waterfall sandwiched between the green and tree-shaded green hills. Like sprays flying down, like millions of wild horses rushing through the clouds, like Fairies in the legend wearing silver yarn, under the sunshine, like fairies wearing a colorful god's dress... I gently unfold the wings of fantasy, The rising waves splashed on me, the feeling of drizzle, let me indulge in a beautiful picture, full of poetry.