Treading on moss and green grass along the path, you wind your way downstream. Lofty green mountains tower high, and clear streams flow gently. Grotesque rocks take on countless unique shapes.
All of a sudden, the roar of running water grows louder and louder. Beside the highway, several waterfalls of varying sizes surge forward like wild horses breaking free from reins. They thunder down, spraying white foam as they leap over dark rock cliffs and plunge into the deep pool below. Water droplets dash towards visitors and turn into fine drizzle, bringing a refreshing coolness.
The pool beneath the cliff is filled with splashing spray and swirling mist. This is Dahu Waterfall.
Looking upward, the waterfall presents a rare fan-shaped formation made up of multiple cascades arranged side by side with an unusually wide span.
The plunging water rumbles like thunder shaking the valley, galloping forward like ten thousand horses; then it splashes pearls and jade droplets as if celestial maidens were scattering blossoms; then silver waves surge forth with overwhelming momentum to wash away everything in their path.
The surging spray looks just like fairies shaking silk gauze while washing clothes, playing a wonderful chord woven into a charming melody. Everyone who pauses here feels transported into a world of poetry, songs, affection and paintings.