Ever since young, I had looked at Chinese paintings. They always have similar features to them. Tall, thin shaggy mountains and winding rivers, misty cloud. I have always believe them to be exaggerations. After all, I had seen photos of the Alps and mountains in America and Japan.
Mountains have huge base and are triangular.
They don't jut out of the cloud like cliffs out of the sea. Well, when I saw Huang Shan, I saw the Chinese paintings in tangible substances. Leaves of bonsai-shaped tress glisten in the mist. When the mist comes, you only see the shadows of the trees silhouetted against a shifting cloak of white. When the mist clears, a sea lies before you, immobile, fluffy and deceptively inviting.