The autumn sky is exceptionally high and clear. With a gentle breeze and light wind, the sunlight becomes softer and no longer burns.
As the autumn wind slowly blows, the leaves gradually put on new clothes: ginkgo leaves spread across the ground in a blanket of gold, maple leaves blaze into a sea of red, and plane tree leaves fall one by one in steady murmurs—like fluttering butterflies—landing on the fallen leaves with a rustling sound.

In the hills and countryside, the layered forests are dyed in full splendor, with yellows and reds of varying depths blending and glowing across the mountains. In the fields, waves of ripening rice roll on, fruits and melons hang laden on the branches, and the air carries a faint sweet scent of grains and osmanthus.
The lake water is clear, reeds sway with the wind, and now and then a line of wild geese flies south. Everywhere is a picture of maturity and peacefulness.