There are too many scenic spots on the Purple Mountain in late autumn. The towering cedar guards the footprints of a generation of pioneers, and the powerful word "fraternity" is more and more admirable in the cool air. What's more, the red maple, which is everywhere, dyed the verdant mountains bright red overnight, adding layers of history, making you marvel that this gold powder capital can be so lofty and passionate, creating a magnificent atmosphere.
Reading here, we can't help but think of two poems in the seven-character quatrain "Mountain Walk" by Du Mu, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty:
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Although the former is prose and the latter is ancient poetry, both of them describe the beauty of maple and maple leaves, which makes readers linger and revel.