Golden season of Russia

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At the end of September, before the cold winds and the long rains come, nature generously bestows upon this country a period of unusual warmth and beauty. That is when no matter where you place your camera, there will be a beautiful frame for you to take a picture. That is also the time when the red-leafed maple trees mixed with the spreading maple trees, the oak and birch leaves are golden yellow on both sides of the road, in the park, flooded with the golden autumn sunshine like sweet honey.

Coming to Russia in the fall, you can feel the full flavor of the earth and sky. Everywhere is filled with the yellow color of grass, trees, flowers and leaves. Yellow leaves fall on the hair of passersby, on window sills, on mossy steps, on oak benches in the park. Leaves follow every step of people on the grass, play with children in the garden, yellow leaves weave patches of color on the treetops. It seems that only when autumn comes, the leaves show off all their brilliant beauty. A breeze blows by, the foliage rustles, the leaves spin and sway, then fall shyly to the grass. The autumn symphony with the wind as the conductor and the falling yellow leaves as the notes that stir people's hearts. A couple of lovers leisurely stroll in the park. On an oak bench by the lake, the young woman is pensive, a book half-closed in her hand and her eyes slightly sad and distant.

Migratory birds have begun to head south to find shelter for the winter. In the late afternoon, when the sunset has dyed Lake Baican red, the evening birds have hurriedly flown towards the sun. The flapping of the cranes' wings, the continuous cries of all kinds of birds echo. The proud swans raise their heads high, gliding lightly on the calm lake surface. The hollow tree trunks in the forest after the rain have begun to sprout mushrooms and wood ear mushrooms. The children in the village today had a pretty good harvest while wandering in the forest. Each of them brought back a basket full of ripe strawberries, ivory-white mushrooms, and one girl even brought back a basket of pine cones. These natural products will be brought back to serve at the party this afternoon in the apple orchard. To celebrate a bumper apple harvest, the farmers around the area gathered to prepare the party. In the orchard laden with apples, the table was set, the samovar smelled of cinnamon tea, baskets of ripe red apples were piled high, and a fragrant apple pie was about to be served. Everyone was gathered together, chatting animatedly and laughing nonstop. In a corner under the apple tree, two brown squirrels were also having their own party, nimbly nibbling on the first apples of the season that had just fallen to the soft grass.

The weather is chilly and the nights are gradually falling with misty fog. Russia is as beautiful as a lyrical poetic painting from September to November every year.

It is not without reason that Russian autumn has entered poetry and literature, and has captivated millions of people. Nature is imbued with a heart-warming golden color. A vast autumn sky makes visitors suddenly fall in love, suddenly remember, and then return. The distant rows of trees left behind…. The golden light at the end of the day is clear and sweet, like the warm, kind eyes of a Russian woman, with a tray of black bread and salt inviting them.

The Thanh