Autumn Trip to Wawu Mountain

Wawu Mountain in late autumn is a giant painting dyed with frost colors and firelight. Fir trees stand solemnly, their iron-blue branches holding scattered yellow leaves. The stone steps are covered with withered fallen leaves, rustling underfoot, the clearest echo in the mountain. Mist breathes in and out between the valleys, occasionally revealing a corner of a steep cliff ignited by autumn colors, with golden yellows and fiery reds spreading out like the mountain’s silent burning. The air is crisp, carrying the fresh scent of decayed wood and damp earth. When you pause, you can hear the symphony of your heartbeat mingling with distant bird calls. When the sunlight finally breaks through the clouds, the mountainside instantly awakens in a flood of gilded gold and ochre red—this magnificent late autumn is quietly moving toward its grand finale.