日照香炉生紫烟,遥看瀑布挂前川。飞流直下三千尺,疑是银河落九天。几乎每个中国人都吟咏过这首诗——这是诗仙李白笔下的庐山。这是大手笔、大写意、大开阖的庐山。是黄钟大吕、磅礴大气、恢弘大量的庐山。这样一座庐山,已经千年不朽地植根于我们的血肉之中。这样的庐山,我们对它瞻之弥高,敬畏有加,无论是隔着时空遥望它的风采、还是行色匆匆走过它的近旁,都会怀着虔诚的心情,去仰视它的高度。 Rizhao incense raw purple smoke, see the waterfall hanging Qianchuan. Flying down three thousand feet, suspected Galaxy nine days. Almost every Chinese has chanted this poem - this is the Lushan Mountain under the poet Li Bai. This is generous, freehand brushwork, opening and closing of Lushan. Huang Zhonglu Lv, magnificent atmosphere, a magnificent lot of Lushan. Such a Lushan, has been immortal millennium rooted in our flesh and blood. This Lushan, we look forward to its high, awe, whether it is looking across the sky from time to time its style, or hurriedly walked near it, with a pious mood, look up to its height.