Atop Xiang Mountain, there lies a secluded stone path flanked by tall maple trees. Walking on the path stained red by maple leaves, watching the slowly falling leaves, one feels as though they have entered a fairy tale world.
Xiao Yeyang led the way, followed closely by Dong Yuanxuan and several others, as the group leisurely admired this rare and beautiful scenery.
Some ten meters ahead, two little girls were playing and laughing together.
At the moment, the two girls were constantly bending down to pick up maple leaves from the ground and throwing them at each other.
Amidst blossoming smiles and joyful laughter, they added a special touch of color to the serene, red maple tree-lined stone path.
"Hey, it would be a waste not to compose poems in such a beautiful setting. I propose that we each write a poem and then take it back to the Academy for our master to critique. What do you say?"
Dong Yuanxuan said with a smile.