
▲ The departure time slot information for Laojun Mountain is subject to the guide's notification regarding the specific time and location.

▲ The morning sun gently caresses the mountain ranges, as the silhouette of Laojun Mountain emerges faintly through the mist, like an ink-wash painting slowly unfurling. Towering cliffs stand sharp against the rolling sea of clouds, while ancient temple eaves peek through the emerald forests, carrying the weight of a thousand-year imperial capital. At the foot of the mountain, peonies bloom in a dazzling sea of pink and white, blending with the distant azure peaks—as if time itself has paused here. Luoyang's spring charm hides not only among the flowers but also atop the summits. To uncover the mysteries of this "sacred Taoist land" or to customize a hiking adventure through the clouds, simply tap your screen and let our expert itinerary add a touch of poetry to your journey. (Contact customer support to unlock your exclusive landscape masterpiece.)

▲ The stone steps at the west gate of Yunmen Path shimmer under the August sun, their moss still damp from last night's sudden rain. The word "hello" lingers on a weathered wooden sign, like a gentle invitation from the mountain spirits to tomorrow's travelers—when the sundial of "tomorrow's zenith" points to the sky's highest arc, a breathtaking feast quietly begins at the end of the ancient trail. Distant mountains loom like ink-wash paintings, while drifting clouds resemble silk ribbons, materializing the "golden-age beauty" netizens often describe: thousand-year-old pines pierce the azure with gnarled branches, emerald vines woven into stone walls tremble in the breeze, and every echoing footstep whispers the poetry of a "journey afar." Don't ask when the feast will end—the August mountain wind, carrying pine needles and cicada songs, has already sealed this encounter with nature's splendor into amber-hued time. (Tomorrow's Yunmen rendezvous—may you not forsake the call of mountains and seas.)










