From the west gate of Anma Mountain, I walked two stops over Anma Mountain. It was an unexpected journey, but it was not bad. I chose the open-air soup to try it. There is a maple tree next to it. It is strange. Is this not early summer? You can imagine the beauty of the autumn red maple! The uncle who bought the ticket at the door was very enthusiastic. Finally, he was afraid that we would go to the wrong station. We looked at us from the outside. We also went wrong. The uncle ran down all the way and called us! great!