Autumn Days in the Mountains｜Rediscovering Life’s True Essence

The National Day crowds have finally faded away 🌊, and after the noise subsides, the mountains and fields truly return to their peaceful state. Walking deeper along the winding mountain path, the breeze carries the unique coolness of autumn, and even the sunlight becomes gentle, no longer scorching like in midsummer. When arriving at the guesthouse, the old tea table in the courtyard still bears the rain marks from last night 💧. Taking out the tea canister, I brew a pot of Zhengshan Xiaozhong. As hot water fills the pot, the tea fragrance instantly spreads, watching the steam rise slowly in the cool air, entwining the green plants at the corner of the table, making time itself seem to slow down. Walking to a nearby temple, the scent from afar stops my steps—the osmanthus trees outside the temple are in full bloom, with tiny golden flowers covering the branches 🌼. A gentle breeze blows, petals fall softly, and the fragrance is not a fleeting moment but waves upon waves, mingling with the scent of grass and trees, blending with the faint bird songs in the distance, turning the entire valley into a sweet autumn brew. Sitting on the rattan chair at the guesthouse, I pause for a long time on a certain page of a book, my gaze unconsciously drifting beyond the courtyard wall, wandering with the clouds among the blue-green mountains ☁️. Such moments are wonderful—where you can think about anything or nothing at all. It turns out the greatest luxury is not seeing all the world’s sights, but allowing yourself, on an autumn afternoon, to completely shed your fatigue and quietly embrace the mountains, the wind, and the autumn atmosphere.