? Comely, moist and colorful.
? Butterflies dance in colorful leaves, gingko in the sun renders colorful oil paintings, and red leaves all over the mountain burn like fire; The setting sun conjures up gentle starlight, the frost on the stone tablet moistens mottled patterns, and the lotus pond withers gradually in the ripples of Mochou Lake ...
? White and thin clouds, the spotless sky washed by autumn rain, geese flying south, cicadas singing sparsely, broken Sophora japonica fragrance everywhere, and the whole city is dancing with golden orange rhythm in the autumn wind.
? This is the beauty of autumn in Nanjing endowed by nature. However, her beauty goes far beyond this.
? Memories of the Six Dynasties' powder, sentimental songs and songs, and decadent sounds by the Qinhuai River are looming in the drizzle, which makes Nanjing more graceful and sad in autumn. Autumn in Nanjing, the background echoed with the sound of Huang Zhong and Da Lv. Between the Purple Mountain and ming tomb's mottled Shinto, stone beasts stand upright on both sides, and hard stones become lifelike beasts and civil officials and military commanders in the soft hands of craftsmen. The heavy body silently continues Anbang's mission of governing the country.
? The encounter between the imperial capital and the golden powder south of the Yangtze River gave the city a unique temperament, and also made Qiu's eyes linger here.
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