Searching for Autumn in Qixia Mountain, Nanjing

"Grey bricks and tiles, white horses treading fresh mud, mountain flowers and banana leaves dyed red in the twilight..." As the melody of *Sheng Sheng Man* echoed in my ears, the elegant lyrics, like a key, unlocked my yearning for Nanjing. Qixia Mountain, like a dazzling pearl hidden within this ancient charm, beckoned me to a romantic rendezvous with autumn. Stepping onto Qixia Mountain felt like stepping into a vibrant autumn painting. The sky, a brilliant sapphire blue, was adorned with drifting white clouds, adding a touch of whimsy to the scene. Sunlight poured down, gilding the edges of the maple leaves that blanketed the mountain. These radiant autumn leaves, like a sunset descended upon earth, were a feast for the eyes, a dazzling display of reds and yellows. As I followed the winding mountain path, the autumn breeze gently caressed my face, bringing a touch of coolness and the rustling whispers of maple leaves. The leaves lining the path varied in shape and size. Some were small and delicate, like an infant's hand, while others were broad and flowing, resembling elegant skirts. Each leaf was meticulously painted by autumn, with rich layers of red, from deep crimson to light scarlet and then to orange, as if nature had used the finest brushstrokes. These shades of red swayed gracefully on the branches, complementing the golden ginkgo leaves, creating a breathtaking spectacle. Reaching the mountainside, a maple forest came into view. From afar, the vast expanse of maple leaves resembled a blazing fire, igniting the entire mountain. Stepping into the forest, I was immersed in a sea of red, surrounded by swirling leaves. They danced in the air, slowly drifting down, some landing on my shoulders, others kissing my hair. I gently picked up a leaf, holding it in my palm, and admired its intricate veins, like the marks of time, recording the mountain's passage through the seasons. Continuing my ascent to the summit, I gazed out at the panoramic view of Qixia Mountain. The rolling hills, covered in a tapestry of autumn colors, resembled a slumbering dragon draped in a magnificent robe. At the foot of the mountain, the winding river, like a silver ribbon, shimmered under the sunlight. In the distance, the city of Nanjing appeared faintly amidst the autumnal hues, its ancient walls blending with modern buildings, narrating the city's thousand-year history and vibrant life. Lost in the beauty of Qixia Mountain's autumn foliage, I forgot my way back. A song led me to Nanjing, and Nanjing led me to the stunning autumn scenery of Qixia Mountain. This mountain forest, steeped in autumn, is not only a gift from nature but also a solace for the soul. It offered me a moment of tranquility amidst a busy life, allowing me to appreciate the splendor and beauty of life. As I turned to leave, my heart was filled with longing, anticipating my next encounter with Qixia Mountain's autumn, to continue this romantic autumn chapter.