Qingdao in Autumn and Winter: Stepping into a Healing Frame from a Comic

The red tiles of the old town are dyed honey-colored by the autumn sun, and fallen leaves whirl under the pointed roofs of German-style houses🍂 The plane trees in Badaguan form a golden carpet that rustles underfoot, like background music in a comic～ The sea breeze carries a chill as it sweeps past the pier, seagulls spread their wings and glide across the sky, colliding with the blue-and-white coastline🌊 The rocks in Lu Xun Park are smoothed by the waves, moss hides the dampness of autumn and winter, and every snapshot feels like a scene from a Japanese film. The aroma of hot lattes drifts from the corner coffee shop, with a thin layer of condensation on the window☕ The evening glow gilds Signal Hill, the red roofs arranged in neat disorder, like a palette spilled by God🎨 Qingdao in autumn and winter lacks the summer’s hustle and bustle, offering only slowed-down time, with every frame like a healing picture pulled from a comic—perfect for capturing the gentle moments of your journey～