C1592 None of Them Are Here

At the crossroads of Shuocheng and Tinglin, there stands a boundary marker. North of the marker lies the territory of Gaochang, where a vast forest of maple trees stretches out. Every late autumn, the leaves in this forest turn a brilliant fiery red, painting the hills with the vibrant colors of fall. The autumn wind whispers through, scattering leaves to the ground.

Wen Churan