In autumn the hills flame with maple leaves
In late autumn, maple leaves turn red.
In front of you, the pearls will be shyness and the crystal is dim. The jade of his mountain is withered, and even though he is just looking forward to the gentle touch of the delicate palm of his hand, the last of the last maple leaves under seven degrees of red Yang quietly delimit the twenty-seven degree of sadness, kissing t
Put the maple leaves in between the pages.
Red maple leaves and gold on a cottonwood announce the arrival of fall in the pink sandstone canyons of Zion National Park in Utah.
