The waters of Lake Ontario appear exceptionally calm in late autumn, as if a vast mirror, reflecting the beautiful scenery of the sky, mountains, and trees.
On the lakeshore, withered reeds gently sway in the wind, producing a rustling sound.
Some stones are covered with moss, maintaining their greenness even in the damp environment.
The trees by the lake have long been dyed by autumn colors, with maple leaves turning vivid red, resembling clusters of burning flames, shining passionately in the sunlight.
Ginkgo leaves have turned golden, like small fans, hanging densely on the branches.
As the autumn wind passes by, leaves flutter down, like colorful butterflies dancing gracefully in the air before gently settling on the ground, covering the earth with a multicolored carpet.
Beside Lake Ontario stands a wooden cabin, next to which several people sit around a charcoal fire.
"Mr. Block, this place is truly comfortable!"
