I am Ann An
Going to the mountains of southern Jinan, like the discovery of a secret base, I met the persimmon trees in the mountains. The fallen persimmon is soft to the blast, sweet to dizzy. The industrious old man walked around the mountain with a squad of nearly a hundred pounds. The persimmon was peeled and dried. When the weather turned cold, the persimmon was dyed with a layer of good-looking hoarfrost and turned into a persimmon. Facing the setting sun, the persimmons are like a string of red lanterns, and the sun is shining through the sky. The villagers also sell fresh walnuts, big mountains, chestnuts, and backfilled in the trunk, like the autumn packed with harvest. The coordinates are located in the mountainous area near the Hongye Valley Scenic Spot in Jinan.