An Encounter Between Zen and a Fairyland

2025-07-30 16:30

Springtime Fun in the Fields, Beautiful Moments Together

Spring is in full bloom,

It’s the perfect time for a trip.

The company meticulously organized an event that seamlessly blends history,

A Tiantai journey through culture and nature.

Strolling through the thousand-year-old Guoqing Temple’s

Zen-inspired corridor,

Exploring the Mysteries of Qiongtai Immortal Valley

Canyon Secret Realm,

Ascending the city walls of Taizhou Prefecture

Ancient walls of blue bricks,

Amid the fusion of history and nature,

Experience the poetic charm and spiritual essence of Eastern Zhejiang.

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Setting off for Tiantai, I first beheld the mountain scenery.

 

At noon, we gathered at the office and set off by car for Tiantai. Along the way, rolling mountains and lush spring scenery unfolded like a painting, setting the stage for our journey. After a four- to five-hour drive, we finally arrived in Tiantai.

 

 

As soon as we stepped off the bus, we took our seats at a locally renowned restaurant, where everyone eagerly settled in to savor the region’s signature dishes. After dinner, each of us set out to soak in the area’s timeless charm and traditional ambiance.

 

Guoqing Temple and Qiongtai Immortal Valley

 

 

Big Deals on Attractions

Guoqing Temple:

Early the next morning, we set off for Guoqing Temple. We walked through its gates into a world steeped in Buddhist serenity and incense, touched the white‑marble stone lions at the entrance, marveled at the majestic Great Hero Hall, and ran our fingers over the weathered grooves etched into the bark of the thousand‑year‑old Sui plum tree. As we gazed upon the ancient Sui‑dynasty pagoda that came into view, each step up the stone steps seemed to carry us back in time, as if we were standing amidst a scene of Sui‑era monks chanting sutras—until, in a daze, we almost imagined the figures of bygone scholars climbing high to take in the distant vista. Within the hallowed grounds of Guoqing Temple, time itself seemed to slow to a standstill, and before we knew it, we had slipped from the present into the past.

Qiongtai Immortal Valley:

If Guoqing Temple is a place of tranquil cultivation, then Qiongtai Xianggu is a realm of dynamic awe. After lunch, we followed the cliffside skywalk, gazing down at the hundred-meter chasm beneath our feet. As mountain winds carried misty moisture straight into our faces, our fingers gripping the railings turned white—but we couldn’t help but gasp in wonder at the spectacle before us: crimson‑hued cliffs spouted cascading waterfalls like silken ribbons, while emerald pools nestled deep within the valley, jeweled and set like jade. With each step down the stairway, a sense of reverent humility took hold, as if whispering, “I dare not speak too loudly, lest I startle the celestial beings above.”

 

 

A bustling, lived-in world within the ancient blue-brick walls of Taizhou Prefecture’s old town.

“The Badaling of Jiangnan”

From the trembling legs of Xianyu, we descended and then climbed once more to Taizhou Prefecture City, hailed as the “Badaling of Jiangnan.” Ascending the steep steps of Lansheng Gate, we beheld the Lingjiang River winding around the city like a jade ribbon, its green bricks etched with moss, while the arrow slits used in the Ming‑dynasty resistance against Japanese pirates remain strikingly clear. Reaching out to trace the stones, it was as if we could hear the resounding drumbeats of Qi Jiguang’s troops rallying to repel the enemy.

 

Longxing Temple

Continuing on, we arrived at Longxing Temple, where a cluster of Tang‑dynasty brick pagodas is adorned with thousands of Buddha statues. The bronze bells at the pagoda’s corners tinkle softly in the breeze, making you feel as though you’ve stepped back into the Tang era. A colleague joked, “Spend half a day here, and you’ll hardly want to look at your phone.” Then, turning onto Ziyang Ancient Street, we were instantly plunged once again into the bustling, lively world of everyday life.

 

A journey that spanned reality and the past is drawing to a close. In just a few short days, it felt like turning a page torn from a history book—or strolling through a traditional landscape painting. On the way back, some leafed through photos, while others leaned against the window, catching a few winks. The setting sun stretched the bus’s shadow long and low, and suddenly it dawned on me: team‑building isn’t just about the scenery; it’s about those moments—standing in awe before thousand‑year‑old trees, helping one another along cliffside boardwalks, and hearing waves of laughter rising and falling beneath the ancient city walls—that we shared together.