How to describe Zhangjiajie Mountain?

The grotesque rocks are like grotesque monsters, rolling up and down, spreading their wings and flying like dragons. Rising from the ground and stabbing into the sky is like a general drawing his sword and ordering three thousand soldiers to go out. Or gather or disperse, overlapping ups and downs are patchy, and clouds are like walking in the sky. The stream is like playing the piano, which is pleasant to hear, rippling blue waves and happy fish! Leaves are dancing, the breeze is blowing gently, birds are singing and monkeys are playing! Let Li Bai tell you: bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers wake up forests and shake mountains. Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog. God of thunder and lightning, landslides in hills, caves, stone gates and sinkholes. An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon light up the gold and silver terrace. Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one. With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows. I move, my soul flies, and I wake up with a long sigh. My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.