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.
Drop a round net on the cold fog on the river,
Put away the shadow of cypress leaves like a herring.
The reed crown is covered with frost,
Shake the parked paddle gently.
The autumn sports meeting is held on fishing boats.
The grass is getting wider and wider in the cricket's cry.
The stream dried up and the stones became clearer.
Where is the flute on the cow's back?
The flute hole full of summer fragrance and heat?
Qiu Meng in the eyes of shepherdess.