Listen, the sound of autumn, crickets flapping their wings, "yeah, yeah" is the rhyme to bid farewell to the balcony.
Rows of geese catch up with the white clouds and scatter warm reminders; An autumn wind swept across the field, bringing a harvest song.
Listen, walk into autumn, walk into this vast concert hall, and listen to the sound of autumn.
Every leaf, every little flower, every drop of sweat and every grain in full bloom has the sound of autumn.
Listen, the sound of autumn comes from a distance in a hurry, rushing to towards the distant.
Listen, we hear Qiu's voice.
The short article "The Voice of Autumn" hears: wind, rain, fallen leaves and crickets.
The author seized some sounds of nature in autumn and praised autumn in poetic language. From the unique voice of autumn, we can appreciate the unique customs of autumn. Poetic language is concise and beautiful, full of charm.