The chill came exceptionally early at Four Sisters Mountain, with the piercing cold wind howling months in advance, blowing through the valley and the forest, bringing waves of coldness.
The mountain streams began to freeze, with thin ice floating on the water's surface, shimmering with a cool light under the sunlight.
The originally lively little birds all flew south, and the mountain forest lost its past noise, gaining a few more degrees of silence and bleakness.
Shi Feiyang and Yili strolled hand in hand at the foot of the autumn Four Sisters Mountain, feeling the tranquility and beauty.
They wore thick cotton coats, arms linked, as if they could withstand all the cold in the world.
Every step was taken on a path interwoven with fallen leaves and thin ice, making rustling sounds that echoed with the occasional wind sound from afar.
