asdfdsf is late autumn again, and persimmons are yellow in the ravines. Every year in this season, I will hear my friends talk about Qingzhou, Linqu mountains all over the mountains, ripe persimmons, and the red leaves that are dyed in the forest and red in February, how attractive it is, and the desire to come to the scene and feast the eyes is always lingering in my mind.

On a weekend, with a deep yearning for the depths of the mountains, I resolutely packed my bags and followed a photography group into the mysterious and sacred mountains that made me dream, and appreciated the richness and beauty of autumn in the harvest season.

It's late autumn again, and the persimmons are yellow in the ravines. Every year in this season, I will hear my friends talk about Qingzhou, Linqu mountains all over the mountains, ripe persimmons, and the red leaves that are dyed in the forest and red in February, how attractive it is, and the desire to come to the scene and feast the eyes is always lingering in my mind.

On a weekend, with a deep yearning for the depths of the mountains, I resolutely packed my bags and followed a photography group into the mysterious and sacred mountains that made me dream, and appreciated the richness and beauty of autumn in the harvest season.

It's late autumn again, and the persimmons are yellow in the ravines. Every year in this season, I will hear my friends talk about Qingzhou, Linqu mountains all over the mountains, ripe persimmons, and the red leaves that are dyed in the forest and red in February, how attractive it is, and the desire to come to the scene and feast the eyes is always lingering in my mind.

On a weekend, with a deep yearning for the depths of the mountains, I resolutely packed my bags and followed a photography group into the mysterious and sacred mountains that made me dream, and appreciated the richness and beauty of autumn in the harvest season.

It's late autumn again, and the persimmons are yellow in the ravines. Every year in this season, I will hear my friends talk about Qingzhou, Linqu mountains all over the mountains, ripe persimmons, and the red leaves that are dyed in the forest and red in February, how attractive it is, and the desire to come to the scene and feast the eyes is always lingering in my mind.

On a weekend, with a deep yearning for the depths of the mountains, I resolutely packed my bags and followed a photography group into the mysterious and sacred mountains that made me dream, and appreciated the richness and beauty of autumn in the harvest season.

It's late autumn again, and the persimmons are yellow in the ravines. Every year in this season, I will hear my friends talk about Qingzhou, Linqu mountains all over the mountains, ripe persimmons, and the red leaves that are dyed in the forest and red in February, how attractive it is, and the desire to come to the scene and feast the eyes is always lingering in my mind.

On a weekend, with a deep yearning for the depths of the mountains, I resolutely packed my bags and followed a photography group into the mysterious and sacred mountains that made me dream, and appreciated the richness and beauty of autumn in the harvest season.

It's late autumn again, and the persimmons are yellow in the ravines. Every year in this season, I will hear my friends talk about Qingzhou, Linqu mountains all over the mountains, ripe persimmons, and the red leaves that are dyed in the forest and red in February, how attractive it is, and the desire to come to the scene and feast the eyes is always lingering in my mind.

On a weekend, with a deep yearning for the depths of the mountains, I resolutely packed my bags and followed a photography group into the mysterious and sacred mountains that made me dream, and appreciated the richness and beauty of autumn in the harvest season.

It's late autumn again, and the persimmons are yellow in the ravines. Every year in this season, I will hear my friends talk about Qingzhou, Linqu mountains all over the mountains, ripe persimmons, and the red leaves that are dyed in the forest and red in February, how attractive it is, and the desire to come to the scene and feast the eyes is always lingering in my mind.

On a weekend, with a deep yearning for the depths of the mountains, I resolutely packed my bags and followed a photography group into the mysterious and sacred mountains that made me dream, and appreciated the richness and beauty of autumn in the harvest season.

It's late autumn again, and the persimmons are yellow in the ravines. Every year in this season, I will hear my friends talk about Qingzhou, Linqu mountains all over the mountains, ripe persimmons, and the red leaves that are dyed in the forest and red in February, how attractive it is, and the desire to come to the scene and feast the eyes is always lingering in my mind.

On a weekend, with a deep yearning for the depths of the mountains, I resolutely packed my bags and followed a photography group into the mysterious and sacred mountains that made me dream, and appreciated the richness and beauty of autumn in the harvest season.

It's late autumn again, and the persimmons are yellow in the ravines. Every year in this season, I will hear my friends talk about Qingzhou, Linqu mountains all over the mountains, ripe persimmons, and the red leaves that are dyed in the forest and red in February, how attractive it is, and the desire to come to the scene and feast the eyes is always lingering in my mind.

On a weekend, with a deep yearning for the depths of the mountains, I resolutely packed my bags and followed a photography group into the mysterious and sacred mountains that made me dream, and appreciated the richness and beauty of autumn in the harvest season.

It's late autumn again, and the persimmons are yellow in the ravines. Every year in this season, I will hear my friends talk about Qingzhou, Linqu mountains all over the mountains, ripe persimmons, and the red leaves that are dyed in the forest and red in February, how attractive it is, and the desire to come to the scene and feast the eyes is always lingering in my mind.

On a weekend, with a deep yearning for the depths of the mountains, I resolutely packed my bags and followed a photography group into the mysterious and sacred mountains that made me dream, and appreciated the richness and beauty of autumn in the harvest season.

It's late autumn again, and the persimmons are yellow in the ravines. Every year in this season, I will hear my friends talk about Qingzhou, Linqu mountains all over the mountains, ripe persimmons, and the red leaves that are dyed in the forest and red in February, how attractive it is, and the desire to come to the scene and feast the eyes is always lingering in my mind.

On a weekend, with a deep yearning for the depths of the mountains, I resolutely packed my bags and followed a photography group into the mysterious and sacred mountains that made me dream, and appreciated the richness and beauty of autumn in the harvest season.

It's late autumn again, and the persimmons are yellow in the ravines. Every year in this season, I will hear my friends talk about Qingzhou, Linqu mountains all over the mountains, ripe persimmons, and the red leaves that are dyed in the forest and red in February, how attractive it is, and the desire to come to the scene and feast the eyes is always lingering in my mind.

On a weekend, with a deep yearning for the depths of the mountains, I resolutely packed my bags and followed a photography group into the mysterious and sacred mountains that made me dream, and appreciated the richness and beauty of autumn in the harvest season.

It's late autumn again, and the persimmons are yellow in the ravines. Every year in this season, I will hear my friends talk about Qingzhou, Linqu mountains all over the mountains, ripe persimmons, and the red leaves that are dyed in the forest and red in February, how attractive it is, and the desire to come to the scene and feast the eyes is always lingering in my mind.

On a weekend, with a deep yearning for the depths of the mountains, I resolutely packed my bags and followed a photography group into the mysterious and sacred mountains that made me dream, and appreciated the richness and beauty of autumn in the harvest season.

It's late autumn again, and the persimmons are yellow in the ravines. Every year in this season, I will hear my friends talk about Qingzhou, Linqu mountains all over the mountains, ripe persimmons, and the red leaves that are dyed in the forest and red in February, how attractive it is, and the desire to come to the scene and feast the eyes is always lingering in my mind.

On a weekend, with a deep yearning for the depths of the mountains, I resolutely packed my bags and followed a photography group into the mysterious and sacred mountains that made me dream, and appreciated the richness and beauty of autumn in the harvest season.

It's late autumn again, and the persimmons are yellow in the ravines. Every year in this season, I will hear my friends talk about Qingzhou, Linqu mountains all over the mountains, ripe persimmons, and the red leaves that are dyed in the forest and red in February, how attractive it is, and the desire to come to the scene and feast the eyes is always lingering in my mind.

On a weekend, with a deep yearning for the depths of the mountains, I resolutely packed my bags and followed a photography group into the mysterious and sacred mountains that made me dream, and appreciated the richness and beauty of autumn in the harvest season.

It's late autumn again, and the persimmons are yellow in the ravines. Every year in this season, I will hear my friends talk about Qingzhou, Linqu mountains all over the mountains, ripe persimmons, and the red leaves that are dyed in the forest and red in February, how attractive it is, and the desire to come to the scene and feast the eyes is always lingering in my mind.

On a weekend, with a deep yearning for the depths of the mountains, I resolutely packed my bags and followed a photography group into the mysterious and sacred mountains that made me dream, and appreciated the richness and beauty of autumn in the harvest season.

It's late autumn again, and the persimmons are yellow in the ravines. Every year in this season, I will hear my friends talk about Qingzhou, Linqu mountains all over the mountains, ripe persimmons, and the red leaves that are dyed in the forest and red in February, how attractive it is, and the desire to come to the scene and feast the eyes is always lingering in my mind.

On a weekend, with a deep yearning for the depths of the mountains, I resolutely packed my bags and followed a photography group into the mysterious and sacred mountains that made me dream, and appreciated the richness and beauty of autumn in the harvest season.