The gardens are stunning! We were unfortunately not in the right season for a lot of flowers, we must have just missed the lotus blossoms, and were a little too early to smell the Osmanthus, but the gardens were quiet and ethereal none the less. I wish I was a better photographer, the late September light, as it slanted through the trees and sparkled off the water was inspiring. I kept expecting to run into a fairy or sprite as we wandered through the trees and across the bridges.
And oh! The bridges, if I were a painter I'd exclusively paint bridges. I love the symbolism of the bridge, spanning the space between. You are not on water, you are not on dry ground, but somewhere in between. Every bridge, every pavilion we came across seemed prettier than the last. I can't wait to go back again (hopefully this time with better directions).
Oh, and one good thing about getting lost, we found this awesome bridge just outside of the butt end of the Moshan park. Supposedly a rebellion was put down on this spot with a skillfully placed arrow, and they built a bridge to commemorate it. The archer though is impressive, it looks as if he is rising up out of the water to fire an arrow into the heart of the mountain.