City wall turrets and scenery, Xiangshan Park, Beijing.

Autumn is deep, and I stepped into Xiangshan Park with admiration. As soon as we arrived at the door, the fresh and elegant cinnamon fragrance in the mountains and forests was intertwined, refreshing and refreshing, instantly clearing away the gloom in the heart. The mountain road is winding, and as you climb up the stairs, the maple leaves on the roadside are like fire, gold, and clouds, intertwined in colors, like an oil painting made by heaven. The sun penetrates the branches and leaves, and the dewdrops on the leaves flicker, like stars falling into the world. The autumn wind is coming slowly, and the maple leaves are fluttering like red silk and flying like colorful butterflies. In a moment, the earth is covered with a carpet of flowers. I walk in the forest, listening to the chirping of birds, which is like the sound of nature surrounding me; I feel the breeze blowing on my face, like the gentle caress of catkins. From the top, you can have a panoramic view of the entire capital, with the mountains looming in the mist, like a dream.