Two Landscapes in Autumn 🌟

Walking through Washington Park in Portland, I see hillsides covered in the colors of late autumn—red, orange, and gold woven together like a vibrant painting 🎨. When the wind blows, the leaves rustle softly, as if whispering secrets. In that moment, my thoughts drift to the Summer Palace in Beijing, thousands of miles away. Autumn there feels different. Golden ginkgo leaves float on emerald-green lakes, reflecting the clear sky in a gentle, dreamy light 💛. Every step feels like walking through a poem, serene and elegant. Meanwhile, Washington Park’s autumn is bold and passionate, embracing everyone with its dazzling colors ❤️🧡💛. One is like poetry, the other like a painting; one subtle, the other vivid. Though separated by vast distances, they seem to overlap in this autumn moment. Standing in a foreign forest, I almost hear the sound of falling leaves in the Summer Palace—so soft, so distant, yet filled with a familiar warmth 🌍. Perhaps this is what longing feels like. No matter where we go, a part of our heart remains with the landscapes of home and the memories that never fade. As the wind continues to blow, I walk on with a smile, carrying this beautiful nostalgia. #Autumn #WashingtonPark #SummerPalace #BeautyOfNature #Nostalgia #TravelReflections #InnerConnection