Autumn in Nyingchi is the longest love letter that the snow-capped mountains write to the forest.

The air is filled with the aroma of ripe highland barley, herders' cattle and sheep stroll among the colorful forests, and smoke gently rises from the black-roofed, white-walled Tibetan villages. Here, autumn is no longer a prelude to decay but an ultimate bloom—a visual epic painted by nature on the canvas of mountains and rivers with the richest hues.

At this moment, you are not just admiring the scenery, but reading a silent poem about the brilliance and serene beauty of life prepared for us by heaven and earth.

Post by RV. Leo 31 | Oct 24, 2025