My first maple viewing is from cllected Canadian maples cards, upon which are always printed some written poems. Both pictures and poems are so attractive and beautiful, letting me be easy to understand the profoundity of Nature. And the fiery-red filiage are so full with inspiration for composing a colorful poem. As those wind-blew-down red leaves, they are like red raindrops falling down on the ground, displaying a pretty poem with every leave as one word.