Picking up memories, the past of maple leaves covering the mountains.

Last year, when the maple leaves were red, I stepped into Qixia Temple. The ancient temple added a touch of Zen amidst the colorful scenery. The red maples were like fire, and the ginkgoes flowed like gold, interweaving a dreamlike scene. Walking along the path, the fallen leaves rustled under my feet. Climbing to a high place, boats shuttled on the river, echoing the red leaves in the mountains. That was the unique beauty of autumn, shining brightly in my memory.

Post by xavian_3144 | Feb 26, 2025