In autumn, it becomes a fairy tale town.

It's already October, and China is about to enter the most beautiful season - autumn. Not only is the temperature suitable, the autumn is high and refreshing, many places will also put on the most gorgeous coat. The shepherd's flute, the reed flowers flying, the ten miles of osmanthus, the ten thousand miles of fragrance. The lake is blue, the beach is quiet, the melon and fruit are fragrant, the moon is high. Chrysanthemums compete for beauty, autumn wind and red leaves, falling flowers are colorful, and the forest is dyed...... Ejina, Tarim's Populus euphratica forest, Benxi, Xiangshan's maple leaves, Kanas, Jiuzhaigou's beautiful mountains and rivers, Huangling's autumn drying, Wuyuan's white wall and tile green...... These places often appear in everyone's travel list, so it is common for people to be full. "It's not for the scenery, it's for the number of people." "There are more people than maple leaves." Plus, many people like to travel during the National Day Golden Week, and the scene is even more spectacular. In order to let everyone spend a quiet autumn, today I recommend a small travel destination, with few people and beautiful scenery, take advantage of the October holiday to set off! Zhejiang·Lishui Lishui is located in the south of Zhejiang and is known as "the last Jiangnan". It's smart and beautiful, and it's full of thoughts. The autumn of Lishui is quieter, the mountains are full of red, and the forest is dyed. The autumn color in the city is attractive and varied. Look up and it's a painting, look down and it's a poem. The "Yunhe Terraces" that countless people yearn for are here. In autumn, when the rice is harvested, the whole village is bathed in golden light, the cattle plough the fields, the birds sing in the sky, the smoke from the cooking in the distance, and the shepherd boy, as if in a paradise. Lishui has many ancient villages, the most famous of which is Yangjiatang Village in Songyang. In autumn, the persimmon leaves here fall off, and the red persimmons hang all over the branches, forming a wonderful picture with the local yellow mud tile horse head wall. Looking at the simple and warm village, I think of a sentence: The autumn in the village with the smell of fireworks is the most reluctant hidden homesickness in memory.