Kanas Wolong Bay｜Autumn splashes its palette into the blue-green river

Blue silk twirls in the river bend, jade fragments leap onto the gray rocks. The left bank is adorned with golden leaves on the branches, while the right bank’s pine needles still hold the green of summer. The wind lifts the old coat on the hillside—half withered, half lush, hiding autumn’s whispers. In the midground lies a solid emerald, winding like a swimming dragon, breaking up the cloud shadows and offering them to the trees weaving brocade on the shore. Distant mountains wear colorful cloaks, stretching from the shallows to the horizon. The viewing platform tiptoes, watching visitors through their lenses, the blue sky casting blue onto the water, white clouds planting snow on the wave crests. And all the colors breathe, turning autumn’s abundance into the earth’s gentlest lines of poetry.