Autumn frost sends you thousands of miles away, the moon awaits the red on the ridge next year

In the late autumn of Yabuli, the frosty wind penetrates the layered forest, and the caramel and bright red on Guokui Mountain resemble a palette spilled by nature. This secret realm, carrying a thousand years of hunting history, unfolds like ink-soaked silk at dusk, dyeing this farewell with the richest poetic hues. The eaves of the Warm Residence Villa hang with the setting sun, red lanterns reflecting on the frost-covered leaves on the ground. You and I hold cups and drink together, the clear wine in the glass rippling with the silhouette of distant mountains. The forest path we once walked together is now covered with golden fallen leaves, rustling underfoot like a soft chant of the times we shared. "Though you go thousands of miles away, when the autumn wind rises again next year, we will admire the maple red on the mountains together." Your gentle words, like frost leaves, are etched into my heart. The wine warms the chill of late autumn and seals the promise of reunion. Seeing you off to the end of the mountain path, the moonlight rises, casting a clear glow on the winding mountain road, as if laying a silver ribbon for your journey home. In the distance, Qingyun Lake reflects sparse stars and red leaves; the lake water is cold and clear, just like the melancholy of parting. You turn and wave your sleeve, your figure gradually blending into the maple red and night, accompanied only by the pine needle fragrance carried by the autumn wind, evoking the distant imagery of "the bright moon travels with you thousands of miles." I stand for a long time, watching the direction where your figure disappears, letting the frosty wind lift my clothes and hide my longing in the vast autumn light. Traveling back alone, the lights of Warm Residence Villa remain gentle. Looking out the window, the Milky Way hangs low over the fields, and the sounds of insects and forest wind compose a symphony. The autumn atmosphere and thoughts of parting intertwine, reminding one of Cui Tu’s "In the water country, reeds and rushes are frosted at night," a scene of quiet solitude. The years that follow will flow in waiting—spring to admire new greens, summer to listen to pine waves, quietly awaiting the frost wind to dye the layered forest again. Autumn in Yabuli is a secret realm filled with farewell and hope. If you want to immerse yourself in this deep autumn romance, Warm Residence Villa in Yabuli is an excellent choice, allowing you to await an autumn reunion that crosses mountains and seas, embraced by nature.