Today, I went to the suburb of Beijing to see the red leaves with my parents. We wake up early and get there by bus. There is a wood garden, small but beautiful. Especially, there is mach more secluded than XiangShan Park.

I wasn’t willing to go to climb mountains until I see the charming autumn leaves. At that I was thinking about a Chinese poem to describe the sight and have fan to write something.

山行 唐·杜牧 远上寒山石径斜, 白云生处有人家。 停车坐爱枫林晚, 霜叶红于二月花.

We begin at the foot of the mountain, the higher we climbed the better view we have. And when we climb over mountains and stand at the top point. I saw the hills was covered with red and with green to embellish.

Today my mood is very good.

Later I will upload the photos…