A Misty Autumn Journey in Tachuan

Morning mist wraps around Tachuan, making it look so magical! 🏞️ White walls and black tiles hide softly in the mist, while the Chinese tallow trees secretly paint autumn into a picture—the treetops shine bright red🍁, the trunks are draped in pale yellow💛, and fallen leaves drift into the streams, softening even the ripples~ Walking on the stone paths, I unexpectedly met villagers carrying wild chestnut baskets🌰. Sunshine filters through the ancient bridge like scattered gold✨, and red leaves flutter into the bridge’s archway, full of life! Looking down from the viewing platform, red, yellow, and green clash like a painter’s palette🎨. When the wind blows, the leaves rustle softly, like autumn whispering in your ear👂~ Holding the freshly picked red leaves, I suddenly understood why “Tachuan’s autumn is unforgettable”—this poetry can’t even fit into a camera frame!