After the frost,
Red leaves and yellow leaves are colorful,
Fruitful.
Farmers harvest autumn,
Tourists like landscape photography.
Autumn,
This is the harvest season,
This is a glorious season.
In the golden autumn,
I'm getting to know you.
The beauty of youth,
Just left.
A shy expression,
Still sleeping.
The crow's feet in the corner of the eye,
Outline the imprint of the years.
A vicious heart,
Buried for a century.
I
Wipe the tears from your eyes,
Like farmers in the autumn harvest,
Drive away the morning dew.
I
Touch your face,
Like white clouds stroking the blue sky.
Our kiss,
Like a frosted persimmon,
Sweet;
Like wild fruit in the mountains,
Aromatic.
Your body,
Like Shan Ye in autumn,
Flat,
Abrupt,
Rugged,
Prosperous,
Rich and colorful.
Your breath,
Like a late autumn morning,
Cold,
Refresh my mind,
It smells of earth.
Your smile,
Like autumn grass in the sunset,
Full of great temptation.
I
Like a greedy farmer,
Harvest the love of autumn,
Harvest you in autumn.
Then,
With victorious prey,
And tired excitement,
Like sculpture,
Frozen in the sunset in Shan Ye.