Xiāngshān hóng yè zhèng hóng, zhēn xiǎng tíngchēzuò'àifēnglínwǎn.
The maple leaves at Fragrant Hills are at their reddest - one truly wants to stop the cart to love the evening maples.
" Tíngchēzuò'àifēnglínwǎn, shuāngyèhóngyú'èryuèhuā " shì qiūjǐng de qiāngǔ míngjù.
'I stop the carriage for love of the evening maples; frost-bitten leaves redder than February's flowers' - immortal lines of autumn scenery.
