These lines from a poem by T'ao Hung-ching written over a thousand years ago could well serve as an introductory footnote to today's Taiping Mountain, where curling mists enwrap treetops and where, especially at dawn, when dim mists blur all but the next step before us, we seem to be walking on clouds.
一千多年前南北朝陶弘景的「嶺上」詩，已為今日的太平山景做了註腳。太平山上，雲霧裊繞，屋頂、樹梢、階梯… …，常在虛無飄渺間。尤其是清晨，日未出、雲未破，幾步路外都朦朦朧朧，人也彷彿在騰雲駕霧。