"Red Maple and Ancient Temples: The Autumn Whisper of Qixia Mountain"

Walking alone on the forest path of Qixia Mountain in Nanjing, I am attracted by the autumn scenery here and moved by the tranquility here. The autumn wind is refreshing, and the maple leaves are like fire. I walk on the winding mountain road, with the sound of pine waves in my ears and red leaves like brocade in front of my eyes. Qixia Mountain, with its unique autumn charm, is like a gorgeous painter, using red and green colors to outline a moving picture. The Qixia Temple on the mountainside is simple and quiet, standing for hundreds of years, witnessing countless dynastic changes. The sound of Buddha is lingering, the bell is melodious, and I seem to hear time gently staying here. The old monks in the temple, with smiles on their faces, their eyes hide thick stories and deep wisdom. After climbing all the way, I came to the top of the mountain. Looking around, the skyline of Jinling City is looming in the distance, and the sea of leaves under my feet is like a grand autumn celebration. I found a stone to sit down, let my thoughts drift to the distance, and my heart danced with the maple leaves. Each falling maple leaf seems to be telling an ancient story. I imagine the literati and ink guests of ancient times, they may have also picked up the pen and ink on such an afternoon, leaving behind the poems that have been passed down through the ages. As the sun sets, a gentle purple glow appears on the horizon. In this gentle light and shadow, I feel a faint sadness and deep peace. The autumn of Qixia Mountain is not only a beauty to enjoy, but also a baptism of the soul. When I set foot on the way home, looking back at those red leaves still swaying in the wind, I know that this autumn whisper of Qixia Mountain will stay in my memory for a long time and become a warm part of my heart forever. Take care and goodbye, beautiful Qixia Mountain, until we meet again.