Autumn in Beijing.

Autumn in Beijing is irreplaceably beautiful. Whether it's the royal gardens, the streets and alleys, or the depths of the hutongs, there are unexpected sights to behold. The trees are golden, the ground is red, and the shadows of the trees are one. It's the summer fans that are reluctant to leave, the stars that have fallen to the ground, and the trees admiring their autumn clothes. There are quite a few cats in the Summer Palace. Today, I brought a box, a bottle of water, and most importantly, a big bag of cat food. In the end, I only saw two cats. One didn't come over, and the other was particularly timid, so I didn't feed them. I drank the water, and I had to carry the cat food home.