Luminous cups Red leaves are intoxicating

The deep mountains are lonely, the mountain roads are winding, and suddenly encounter the red leaves of the mountains, as if they are in the painting, and they are suspected to be a fairyland.

　　In the autumn of that year, I squeezed out time in the busy to go to northern Xinjiang to take a look around and wanted to relax.

　　In the deep ravine, full of silent mountains, the mountain road is winding and rugged, it seems that there is no end to walking, if it is not the bumps in the road, it will fall into a deep sleep.

　　Suddenly, the vehicle pulled into the right side of the path, and some yellow or red leaves were faintly visible. Gradually approaching, walking up a hillside, for a moment, I saw trees with red leaves hanging from the ravine, far and near, at the bottom of the ditch, on the slope, in rows, scattered everywhere, and I was stunned for a moment, and I didn't know what to say. It was a rainy day, the sky stopped and fell some drizzle, the autumn leaves of the mountains, quiet, fresh, gentle, like a beautiful person smiling and moaning to welcome the returning lover, as if in the painting, and suspected to be a fairyland.

　　The first sight of this mountain full of autumn leaves is a shock. At that moment, a few poems popped up in my mind, "There are beautiful people in the north, unique and independent." One look at the city of the people, and then look at the country of the people. "The autumn leaves in front of me are like beauty, they are warm, they are full of life tension, it makes me surrender, it makes me forget myself."

　　The autumn leaves of the mountains make me intoxicated and linger. At dawn, the morning fog fills up, like the tenderness of the autumn leaves; when the sun comes out, ascend to the distance, admire the light or dark light and shadow; at noon, watch the cotton wool-like white clouds drifting around, strolling on the blue sky; under the sunset, the gorgeous sunset is red through the western sky, like the fiery enthusiasm of the autumn leaves; when night falls, the autumn stars blink their eyes and listen to the dreams of the autumn leaves in the cold night.

　　You can't see the colorful autumn leaves, and you can't taste the intoxicating autumn leaves. That autumn day, the northern autumn leaves blooming in the lofty mountains and mountains shocked, touched, and fascinated me, and were deeply imprinted in my memory. (Jia Shuangyu)