The summer heat is gone, and the mid-autumn breeze comes. The mountains are dyed with red gold, and the red leaves are beautiful.

As soon as the Mid-Autumn Festival is over, the capital will enter the red season for several days. Everyone counted to mid-October for several days, and the golden autumn was almost ready. There is a custom in Beijing to admire red leaves because there is a Xiangshan Park. The red leaves of Xiangshan Park are its signature. In the past, only Beijingers climbed Xiangshan in autumn. Now autumn tour groups starting from various places also include Xiangshan in their itineraries. In addition, people of all ethnic groups across the country who live in Beijing also follow them to Xiangshan in autumn. They can not only spend a day of "cool autumn", but also enjoy their own dry food and cool white blossoms in the red leaves. In the past, when visiting Fragrant Hills and appreciating the red leaves, you would spread your legs and slowly sway over the path. Now it's no longer possible. You have to run across the mountains and the foot of the mountain. Otherwise, the red leaves everywhere would be picked off and used as bookmarks. I wonder if they would take them home to soak in medicinal wine.

Nowadays, there are too many customers visiting Xiangshan to see the red leaves. On the way to Xiangshan, people are crowded and parked more than ten miles away. They are standing at the end of the line where even Ghost Jianchou cannot see the traffic jam on the road below the mountain. I won't compete with them. I walk far into the suburbs. There are mountains in the distance, and there must be red leaves in the distant mountains.

I climbed to the top of the mountain and looked down. Hey, the autumn colors are really good in the mountains. Mo Yanjun traveled early.

When I twisted my waist, I saw that there was a village without cooking smoke at the foot of the mountain. It was also autumn in the village at Yuanwang.

"One trip to two or three miles, four or five villages. There are six or seven pavilions and eighty to ninety flowers."

I went down the mountain to the village to have a look. There is a seven-story pagoda in the village. It must have been donated by a good person, right?

Looking at the wild temple in the distance with mountain monks, the chimes and drums do not smell the smoke or float.

Looking back again, there was a wall on the top of the mountain that I had just climbed.

"Guard the dangerous beacon fire, and the mountains lead to high festivals. Roll the flag leisurely and drink the horse out of the Great Wall."

When you reach the entrance of the village, you have to climb a wall.

Climb over this wall and you will encounter a river.

It doesn't matter, there is a bridge in front of the city gate building.

As soon as you enter the village, the scenery becomes terrible.

In autumn, Li Qingzhao would sing lightly,"Sky and autumn light, turn around feelings, and explore Jin Ying's knowledge of the Double Ninth Festival." The first try of thin clothes, the new taste of green ants, gradually the wind, the rain, and the cool."

There are no old elms at the entrance of the village, so there is no place to hang the famous bell. Meetings in the village will be held in such a square.

The green trees are slightly yellow, and the small buildings are dressed in red.

There are many locust trees in the northern villages, and autumn locust trees are like this.

The willow leaves float with the wind, and the sophora flowers are missing. The steps of the mountain gradually rise, and the gray tiles reach the treetops.

Villagers build houses along the river.

Deep in the mountains, the winding water flows, and low eaves on both sides dry clothes and furs. The autumn wind passes through red and yellow, and the colorful silk fabrics are paved with beautiful scenery.

Fan Zhongyan once sighed,"The sky is blue with clouds, the ground with yellow leaves, the autumn color waves are continuous, and the waves are cold and green. The mountains reflect the setting sun and the sky meet the water, and the fragrant grass is ruthless, and it is even more outside the setting sun."

When the river is full, build houses on the hillside. The mountain people have good legs and feet and enthusiastically go up the high slopes. Looking far from the slope, the house is full of northwest wind.

Look at the enclosed mountain flowers in the small house. They are not hung with hanging fish, but carved.

Look at its roof. There are no ridges at both ends, but they are raised up. This is called "rolling kill". It is common in the south but rare in the north.

Since there is a winding river, it must be good for boating.

"The fragrance of red Polygonum flowers is thick on the bank, and the green waves of spring water flow eastward. Small boats and light boats are easy to chase."

The mansion of a large family. Tall houses, high walls and high steps, red vines, red windows and red silk shirts.

Although there are rivers in the village, there must still be streets.

The empty street door was half-open, and the sign shook itself. The wine and the fish are so beautiful that no one cares about them.

Of course, there are shops on both sides of the street selling chicken and dog pieces.

There must also be street lights.

Food is the most important thing for the people, and the villagers here are also drying their food in front of their homes.

There are also small alleys on both sides of the street, in which live what Su Dongpo said,"People in the West should be the happiest. Cooking celery and burning bamboo shoots to pay for spring cakes."

There is actually a church in the village.

This small church is very special. Although it looks like a foreign church, it hangs on it a pure Chinese copper bell. There is also a hand sink that only exists in Muslim mosques outside the door. There are some people walking in at the door. They don't look like local villagers, but like tourists like me. I followed them in to see what kind of Bodhisattva they were offering inside. As a result, there were no foreign Buddha statues in the church, and the shrine was empty.

I'll come out and wash my hands.

Water splashed beads break like green hair, washing away the dirt and removing the mud.

Autumn here is the time when red leaves are rolling with red vines."Frosts fly across thousands of miles, trees fall from thousands of forests, and the cold beauty does not attract spring jealousy."

There is a vine under the eaves, dyed autumn red with frost. Unlike the beautiful spring flowers, the light and shadow become a red city.

The yellow-leaf alleys are deep, and the Danjian walls stretch out.

Red leaves hang on the wall, and beautiful women stand at the base of the wall. Don't let the autumn colors pass away in vain, and don't shoot for nothing.

Wherever you climb, you will show off your beauty. This vine will compete with a strong one.

When the sky becomes angry, the red leaves smile.

Hongyi Lane, wearing red clothes, gray tiles, wooden doors and stone stairs.

First pluck the Shang string to play the red tune, and then play the palace silk to sing the golden tune. A beautiful girl knows whom to smile at, and her face is full of yellow flowers.

In September, the maple leaves are as red as fire, and all pedestrians on the road are blinded.

Green trees wear wrinkled clothes when encountering frost, and tall buildings unearthed wearing red robes.

Watching willows along the river? Push the boat with the current? No! The autumn colors cannot be retained slowly, and the streets are full of red leaves at dusk.

The garden could not be closed in autumn, and a red vine hung down.

Red leaves drip under the eaves, and beautiful women smell the fragrance.

Sitting on a red leaf sill, no one stepped forward to push the door open.

The walls are covered with vermilion dew road signs, which are hidden in the city.

As soon as this wall turns, you will find Zhujiajiao.

After the autumn wind in the mountain village, everywhere is red.

What a big tree, covered with golden leaves. There is no ginkgo fruit on the branch, only a bright piece.

When the sun goes west, the red gradually disappears, and the small bridge in the Xixi River fills the shadows of trees.

At sunset, the renovated Great Wall on the top of the mountain is illuminated by lights.

All the battlements on the city wall were missing, and the enemy towers at night were exempted. Everyone stood on the city wall in the distance and looked around. I wasn't among those people, I was operating the camera.

Standing here, you can also see the small red leaf village at the foot of the mountain.

After looking enough, he had to follow the mountain path next to the city wall.

Go back to the village to watch the red night. Look at the Red Leaf Gate.

"At dusk, the courtyard is miserable, and when I wake up, I feel sad about the past. It is a night, and the bright moon is empty. When you hear the sound of the anvil beating, the sound of the cricket is soft and the sound of the leakage is long." This is still Li Qingzhao's heartbroken tune.

Look at this door. There is a half-high fence door on top of the door. This is only possible in the south. Moreover, such a fence door is not outside the courtyard door, but should be outside the door on the small street. Anyway, this door means that.

Look at the Red Leaf Window again.

The red curtains rolled in the idle windows of the small courtyard, and the west wind blew deep into the shadows. A candlelight lamp flashed, and two window lattices concealed the autumn mark.

The lights reflect the pagoda, and the pagoda shines brightly.

Street lights in the dark. The alleys are broken every year, and the lights are lonely every night.

There is a winding water flowing under the street lights. The spring water attracts natural music, and the feathered wine flows.

There are also narrow alleys under the street lights. The depression is fading, and the swaying lights are sad.

In order not to be sad, there must be pedestrians in the alley. Where are the people in the night, and the lights are down in the alleys.

Song Dingbo in Nanyang, when he was young, he encountered ghosts at night. When asked, the ghost said,"I am a ghost." The ghost asked: "Who will you restore?" Ding Bo deceived him and said,"I am also a ghost." The ghost asked: "Where do you want to go?" He replied: "I want to go to Wanshi." Ghost said: "I also want to go to Wan City." Go ahead.

Walking deep into the alley, you can sit down and eat a bowl of noodles. Because there are no waiter shouting outside the door, this is not a handout meal and can be eaten with peace of mind.

At the end of the alley, there is a shanzhai gate. Looking at the pavilion across the river, golden light shines from top to bottom.

There is an arch bridge on the river and lights under the bridge. There is no fishing fire on the water. The lights are generated by electricity.

With a fish lantern hanging on the door, it must be a seafood shop.

Sure enough, there are fish in the shop.

After dark, the escort agency hung up the "Foot Road" flag. No matter who came, they would kick three times first.

Everyone in the village loves to sing big plays. What kind of drama does Hongye Village sing? Of course it is "Chisang Town".

After the play, the street was empty.

"The leaves are falling one after another and fragrant. The night was silent and the cold sound broke. The curtain of real beads rolls around the jade building in the sky, and the sky is pale and the Milky Way hangs down. Every year and tonight, the moonlight is like training, and the person grows thousands of miles long."

Even the models in the store closed their eyes when they were sleepy.

"The soft intestines are entangled, the eyes are sleepy, and the eyes are closed when you want to open them."

Go home and sleep!

When the singing and dancing songs disperse, people return. After the autumn wind, the green and green are all over, and the red and the frost accompany Du Kang. The dew turns into frost in my dreams.