Yabuli Haohan Boqiu Deep Autumn: Five-Color Mountain Wrapped in Warmth, One Stay of Poetic Charm to Enchant Travelers

Driving to the foot of Yabuli Mountain, the wind first delivers a letter from autumn—the leaves across the mountains fade from the lushness of midsummer, dyeing the landscape in distinct layers of "five-color hues." It's as if God has spilled a palette, blending the red of maples, the gold of birches, the green of pines, and the yellow of lindens into the forest sea, stretching all the way to the horizon where Haohan Bo lies. This lake is the eye of Yabuli, harboring the spirit and elegance of the mountains and forests. Standing on the pier and looking out, the water is so clear it reflects the folds of the clouds. The shadows of the five-colored trees on the shore hang into the water, rippling into a flowing ink painting. Occasionally, a mountain breeze passes by, causing golden leaves to flutter down—some fall onto the lake surface, like scattered fragments of gold adorning the blue water; others land on your shoulders, carrying the warmth of sunlight, feeling even more substantial than the blossoms of spring. Locals say that autumn at Haohan Bo is the most "intensely immersive." When the morning mist hasn't lifted, the mountains, water, and forest are wrapped in a light veil, blurring the line between painting and reality; as the sun rises and the mist clears, the world bursts with color, and even the breath seems infused with the fragrance of autumn. At dusk, settling into a warm villa at the foot of the mountain, one truly understands the meaning of "stealing half a day's leisure from the fleeting life." The villa is built against the mountain, its wooden exterior blending with the forest. Opening the window reveals a panoramic view of the five-color mountains, as if framing the entire autumn within the windowpane. Inside, the atmosphere is cozy, with orange flames flickering in the fireplace. Brewing a pot of local Eleutherococcus senticosus tea, the aroma mingles with the scent of grass and trees drifting in from outside. Holding a book by the window, watching the sunset dye the distant mountains crimson, and birds flying over Haohan Bo’s water, the fatigue from daytime hiking and sightseeing gently melts away in this warmth and poetry. At night, falling asleep to the chirping of insects, dreams are colorful. Waking in the morning and opening the window, you find frost on the grass tips, adding a layer of crisp white to the five-color mountains, making the red maples blaze like fire and the golden birches glow like clouds. It turns out that autumn in Yabuli is not only "intense" but also "pure"; not only grand in mountains and waters but also warm in the villa’s embrace. Such scenery is a gift from nature and a sediment of time—no wonder travelers throughout history have wished to linger here, leaving their hearts in these five-color mountains and the clear waters of Haohan Bo.