Autumn (He Qifang)
The morning dew falls,
The sound of logging jingled in the valley.
Put down the sickle full of fragrant rice,
Use a basket to put rich fruits and vegetables between bamboo fences.
Live in a farmhouse in autumn.
This is a quiet and peaceful small mountain village. The forest around the village was dyed into a colorful picture by the autumn wind. In the morning, smoke from the kitchen chimney floated out from the white wall of the village house. At the foot of the mountain, the terraces spread out quietly. In the deepest part of the forest, Tintin's logging echoed in the empty valley. The sound is distant and clear, and the morning dew in the leaves and grass seems to be shaken off. I wonder how long it took the woodcutter to get into the mountain. At this moment, he should wave his axe intently and calmly. Leisure? Yes, leisurely, I guess. I can't see him, but with the rhythm and charm of Ding Ding's logging, I guess he is very willing to hear special music in this empty valley. The mountain is so quiet and euphemistic at this time. Gradually, the sun rises, and the farmers have been working in the fields for a long time. It's time to harvest rice. On that busy sickle, it seems that it has been stained with thick rice fragrance and lingers. Gradually, Daoxiang melted in the warm air with the waving of the sickle, becoming more and more rich and mellow. On the ridge of the field, someone was taking a leisurely walk with just picked melons and fruits on his back. They have smiles on their faces. The fat melons and fruits in the basket looked at the sweat hanging from the farmers' temples and necks, as if smiling.