Huang Ju is as thin as in the poem,
The red leaves are better than the bottom fat.
Drunk invite aoyama to drink a drink,
But it was pulled by the floating clouds.
~~ A drunken camel that does not drink alcohol
Last year, I saw it occasionally, and at a glance, Zhang Danding's red leaves became the acacia in my heart.
Over the Yan Temple, through the pine forest, Zhang Danding Pavilion in front. It is full of mountains red, beautiful and difficult to paint, but there is no half of the delicate fabrication, heroic, wild, a natural charm, all at the top of the cliff, with thousands of styles, piled up on the mountainside. There are beautiful scenery on the north slope, such as color skirts dragging the ground, endless, colorful, such as color screens opening up, far away. There are also twists and turns on the east slope, and the red leaves are crowded, such as splashing cinnabar, small road fiber, coiled in the forest, cute and gratifying. The trees are towering in the sky, the autumn leaves are like a curtain, and the eyes are red and shining, and the gods fly out of the sky, and they have forgotten where they are for a long time. Small bushes, branches intersecting, walking under the trees, as if under a colored gallery.
Trees have thousands of autumns, and mountains have special colors. It is difficult to leave Zhang Danding. Wandering and wandering again, it is difficult to leave the red leaf forest.
Beautiful, Zhang Danding!
