Gently embraced by the autumn of Inner Mongolia's oil paintings ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

When I was organizing photos at home, the happiness reflected through the lens made me recall that afternoon in Inner Mongolia, a moment I had overlooked. My feet stepped on a soft pile of fallen leaves, looking up to see the leaves shining golden under the autumn sunlight. Blown by the autumn breeze, swaying back and forth, they twinkled like stars. As the sun was about to set, the sky turned a gentle pink, the distant birch forest showed layers of yellow, and white smoke drifted from the wooden house. A beautiful oil painting was completed just like that. Nature is the greatest artist 👩🏻‍🎨