The forests of Slender West Lake in early winter are all dyed

Under the caress of autumn frost, the maple leaves are as bright as fire. Its leaves are as delicate as the palm of a hand, with serrated edges and distinct veins, just like the lines carved by time. The maple leaves are gorgeous in color and eye-catchingly red. The red goes from light to deep, from orange to deep red, and is tinged with a few wisps of purple, just like the sunset on the horizon perching on the branches. When the wind blows, the maple leaves rustle, as if whispering the poems of autumn, and then fall gracefully, like red butterflies dancing in the wind, spreading a gorgeous red carpet over the earth with their lightness. The charm of autumn is exaggerated to the extreme.