Wu Yangjiang rises in primeval forests in Jiuwandashan. The river flows gently, the water is lean and clear. The green bamboos grow along the mountains rise abruptly with mist wreathed the hilltops. A bost trips on the river, a stroll in the village, the spiraling up smoke, the flute playing cowboys just makes you linger on bwith no thoughts of leaving. What an idyllic scene!