Inside the garden, there were exquisite pavilions and pavilions, beautiful pools and water galleries, as well as the ancient scenes of the Great False Mountain, exquisite jade, and other ancient gardens, all of which made me nostalgic. Especially the carved dragon that had been built around the ridge of the wall. Its scales and claws danced and its whiskers moved, as if it was about to soar into the sky. It was even more moving.
Walking along the corridor of the main building in the bamboo garden to the end, one could enter the peak of the Autumn Mountain. It was a yellow rock fake mountain. The stone color was nearly earth red, and this color alone gave birth to autumn. The propriety of this mountain depended on its coordination with the other peaks outside the main peak, and on the cohe
