In the afternoon of autumn, sunlight filters through the layers of maple leaves, casting a warm, golden glow over the entire forest. A young Chinese maiden stands there, her waist - length, straight black hair smooth and shiny, with the ends gently swaying in the breeze. She has a classic oval face, fair skin with a faint blush. Beneath her slender eyebrows, her almond - shaped eyes are like a clear autumn stream, bright and limpid. Her nose is small and delicate, and her lips, the color of ripe cherries, curve into a gentle smile.
The maiden is wearing a knee - length caramel - colored feather dress. The square - neck design showcases her graceful collarbone, and the lantern sleeves are light and lively. Each feather is soft and fluffy, glistening faintly in the sunlight. In her hand, she holds a delicately - covered poetry collection. Standing casually under an ancient maple tree, she occasionally raises her hand to brush the wind - tousled hair, and the feathers on the skirt flutter gently, interweaving with the falling maple leaves.
