Travel in autumn, looking for that golden larch.

I especially like autumn. I like its colorful and endless changes. I like the bleak and desolate, and I like her peace and refreshing.

I enjoyed both the red leaves and cotinus coggygria, but for various reasons, I didn't have time to see the deciduous pine in autumn, which was postponed until the beginning of November. I know that it is difficult to go to many places again. Middle-aged people are tied down by all kinds of things, and it seems a bit extravagant to travel when you say go.

By this time, the golden larch has basically fallen out, but I'm still lucky, hoping to catch the last tail of autumn.

my friend said, let me take you to gypsum mountain, where autumn is estimated to be good.

I don't believe he can go into the scenic spot, but he said mysteriously, I'll show you my skill this time!

ok! I'm happy to go there, too, but it's better than staying in the building every day. After driving from Qinyuan for about an hour, we came to an entrance and there was a small house that stopped us. I registered and started to enter the scenic spot. However, they are all dirt roads, and the lanes are very narrow. If you come across the road, you need to let the car go into the grass in advance. This dirt road has walked for 1 kilometers and you can see the colorful mountains in the distance.

Under the influence of autumn colors, they, like ancient western oil paintings, reveal a trace of sadness and beauty in tranquility, but there are hidden splendors in peace.

because the scenic spot is under maintenance, there are basically no tourists. Walking along the forest trail, the weather became a little gloomy at this time. The autumn wind rustled, and the yellow leaves on the trees danced, some circled in the air, some glided like birds, and for a time fell from the sky like snowflakes.

There are all kinds of leaves, the maple leaf with five corners is dark red, and the Quercus liaotungensis has long serrated leaves with some brownish yellow colors. There are many peeling circles on the trunk of Ulmus pumila, and the leaves are oval with small teeth and pale yellow. The branches are so tall that you can hardly see the leaves.

In short, all kinds of leaves, even the yellow ones, have different shades. Because there is no one to clean them, the leaves have been falling, and they are getting thicker and thicker. In some places, they are trampled down or even passed the foot surface.

Walking through the steps of the fallen leaves pavement, there is a rustling sound under your feet, like playing an autumn symphony.

Some leaves are already dry, and you can hear a crisp crushing sound with a little effort. Some leaves are still sharp just after falling, and there seems to be a waxy substance on the surface of the leaves, with a red light. It feels slippery when you step on it.

The leaf has completed its life cycle, completed its photosynthesis, and returned to the earth with no regrets.

We started to climb the plank road, which is a U-shaped path along the mountainside. At the bottom of the valley, there is a waterfall with a height of five or six meters. Now the waterfall has been cut off and is being repaired.

The bottom of the valley is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the sky is covered with dark clouds. Looking down from the mountain, it is covered with yellow leaves, and the autumn wind is everywhere. It is empty and cold, and I feel lonely and helpless when I fall into another planet, but I have a sense of enjoying this boundless peace and pride.

Continue to climb, and the two peaks are towering, forming a natural mountain gate. Looking down the mountain gate, I am puzzled and have no idea.

There are many caves on the mountainside, including Buddha Cave, Drip Cave and Wolong Cave. Inside the cave, the temperature is not low, and the spring water is dripping, forming a pool. The stream flows out from the cracks in the mountain, crystal clear and sweet.

some caves are winding inside, with holes in them, two floors above and below, and I don't know the depth when I step into the maze. Looking around, under the illumination of the light, the cave walls shine brightly. Most of them are mica and Shi Ying ore, and there are undeveloped stalactites, which makes people feel mysterious and unpredictable, as if they have entered the strange world inside the earth. If a person goes in, he will feel a little scared.

Gypsum Mountain does not produce gypsum. The ancients called those black substances washed by water under the stone walls gypsum. In fact, they are all limestone and red sandstone, which are easily peeled off by rain and ice and snow, forming strange shapes. The rocks are rugged, like the teeth of a beast, and sharp as a sword. Stones often fall in the cave, so I dare not go in.

just stop and go, slowly and leisurely. Always stepping on fallen leaves, making a calm and silent sound. Stroking all kinds of tree trunks, some thick and thick, some smooth and coiled like snakes.

Some trees emerge from two cracks in the stone, and some roots spread out like giant claws. I like to appreciate all kinds of plants. I think they are also spiritual. They look at me like this. With their company, I won't feel lonely at all.

when we left, we drove along the endless oil road, the reeds were constantly swaying by the wind, and the white fluff was flying everywhere.

I looked out of the car, and suddenly a piece of golden yellow jumped in the distance, like a dazzling afterglow reflected in the green Chinese pine forest. It turned out that I was looking for larch for a long time. I am glad of such a discovery.

In late autumn, the color of larch is dark yellow, not so bright, and the upper part of the tree is still a little yellow. Most of the thin leaves have been blown to the ground by the strong wind, and the slopes at the foot of the mountain are covered with thick brown pine leaf mats.

I'm crazy about this kind of larch. It's golden, bright as morning light, elegant and beautiful, and decorated the mountains with colorful colors. I have been looking up at this golden larch and don't want to leave. This is the last gift from nature in autumn.

the car is drifting away, and the larch still remains in my heart.

I just like doing these meaningless things. Every time I walk into nature, I can always find things that move me.