gimˋ ciuˋ

Autumn is the season of harvest.

In the fields of this mountain town, shades of red, yellow, and green paint the land like a living canvas.

As you walk along the narrow paths, golden waves of rice sway with the breeze, softly whispering the joy of abundance.

Outside the window, the landscape reflects the colors of the town;

inside, the warmth continues that sense of quiet happiness.

The traveler’s heart, grounded and full, feels just like the harvest fields — complete, rich, and deeply content.

And so, this journey is wrapped in the gentle embrace of autumn’s glow.