On the path of Xuanmen Bay sightseeing park, the scenery was picturesque, making the children from Dorami Kindergarten feel as if they had walked into a lively autumn painting.
On both sides of the road, tall plane trees stood straight like loyal sentinels, their broad canopies interwoven to form a natural green tunnel.
The sunlight filtering through the treetops cast dappled shadows, spreading a golden carpet over the path.
Occasionally, golden leaves from the plane trees drifted down leisurely, gently landing on Huang Jun and the other children's heads, prompting the kids to reach out and catch these leaves, curiously examining each one's veins.
A gentle breeze blew through, rustling the scattered leaves along the roadside with a soft "rustle," also lifting the long hair and skirts of the teachers, almost causing those wearing skirts to perform the classic "Marilyn Monroe skirt-holding" move...
Suddenly.
