Momijidani

Stepping into the Red Leaf Valley of Qixia Mountain is like falling into a dreamy red ocean. The autumn wind blows gently, and the maple leaves rustle, as if humming the poem of autumn. Looking up, you can see red leaves all over the mountains, either deep red or orange-yellow, weaving into a colorful picture. When the sun shines, the veins of the leaves are clearly visible, and the beauty is dazzling. Walking in it, the fallen leaves under your feet are soft, as if laying a red carpet on the ground. Each red leaf carries the traces of time. They sway on the branches, telling the romance of autumn, making people intoxicated in this poetic autumn scenery and reluctant to leave.