The autumn scenery is extremely beautiful.
On both sides of the official road, vast expanses of golden yellow stretch far into the distance, then at the horizon, unite with the sky. When the wind blows, the grass, which has grown wildly for a whole year and is as tall as an ordinary person's waist, first bends downwards and then straightens up, waving continuously, like waves.
More than twenty carriages travel through the vast fields, resembling a sword that splits the golden and azure sky.
The creaking sounds are incessant, indicating the heavy cargo on the carriages. The caravan is already quite considerable in scale, with tall and brave men at the rear brandishing long whips, driving over thirty horses of various colors, raising clouds of dust with their hooves.
