The flowers are very fragrant, and so are the leaves. Is there a path paved with gold? -Inscription Some people are willing to stay quietly beside the flowers and hold their breath waiting for them to bloom. Then who wants to wait for the leaves to fall on the park bench? That's a shocking news. My mother, sister and I are going to Beijing. The news excited me all night, so that I fell asleep on the plane the next day regardless of the image and missed the blue sky and white clouds outside the window. Every day after that, we ran between the shops in the snack street of the restaurant, with shopping bags hanging on our left arm and delicious food in our right hand. After we all tasted it, we unanimously decided to stay in the hotel for a day to recuperate. This kind of day is really much quieter than the hot and spicy days of the past few days. When the first ray of warmth in the morning got into the closed curtains, the comfortable bed was empty. My sister and I got up as early as seven o'clock and we started running in a small park near the hotel. Tiny water vapor in the air hangs over the city and reflects dazzling light in the sun. During that journey, we found a quiet path, which extended to the distance with mysterious traction, just like a mysterious zone composed of lines arranged from shallow to deep in the sketch. Straight birch trees on both sides of the road, like girls in the youth of cardamom, stood on the roadside, carrying golden skirts and dancing gently in the wind. All this is as beautiful as this painting. The path paved with white slate is covered with a layer of fallen leaves. We walked on the path, gently stepping on the fallen leaves, "Zizizi ..." issued a slight note. We sat on the bench and enjoyed the beautiful scenery. Suddenly, I saw a dead leaf slowly falling from the branches in the wind, which was light and touching and landed on land successfully. I stared at it, as if I saw its broken gray mesophyll fall off gradually, leaving slender veins and sketching the trajectory of life. "The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang geese go inadvertently." Fan Zhongyan wrote an autumn melancholy sigh in his poem. But in this autumn, I felt the warm embrace of autumn on the unknown quiet road in Beijing. Golden sunshine shines on golden leaves and paths covered with golden leaves. Our wet eyes are full of golden spots, which are picturesque and deeply imprinted in our minds. The wind of that day, the leaves of that day, the path paved with wooden benches and slates, I magnified all this in my pupil, shining like a broken diamond, attracting me and intoxicated me.