Autumn is here, and more than 3,000 ginkgo trees are planted in my hometown. Under the urging of the autumn wind, a golden rain is about to come. The old contiguous ginkgo trees make the village a beautiful view of "the village is in the forest, and the forest is in the village". The alleys in the village are criss-crossed, the quaint houses and the large ginkgo groves complement each other. In the alleys, on the walls, on the tiled houses, and by the ditch, all the places you can see are golden. It seems to have entered a golden fairy tale world. Between the smoke, the wind blows, and the yellow leaves are floating, it is as beautiful as an oil painting.