At the Chilco Lakefront, autumn is in full swing. Although the sun still holds a hint of warmth, the temperature has noticeably dropped.
It hovers around 5°C to 12°C, and while you can stand in the sunlight, the chill becomes apparent once you step into the shade of the woods or a mountain breeze blows by.
The once lush and green reeds at the lakeside and shallow streams have now mostly shed their greenery, turning into an expanse of withered yellow.
The reed flowers atop have also become particularly fluffy, with some eagerly spreading their mature seeds in the wind, signaling another cycle of life.
Lin Yu'an stands outside his stone shelter, feeling the slightly chilly air; he needs to enhance the shelter's cold resistance in advance.
"Hey, good morning. The weather is getting colder, and nighttime temperatures have already dropped below freezing."
"Although my shelter is sturdy, there's still much room for improvement in terms of insulation."
