The full text translated the co-productions of Zhang Kejiu, He Shukong, Zhong Ping and Jiang Qing.

The autumn wind is a hundred miles away, the corn is fragrant, the gurgling spring water falls into the spring hole, and the grains will appear again. After a year's busy farming, the old cow had a chance to breathe, lying on the hillside at sunset, chewing grass, and sent a letter from Wan Li asking me when I would go home. In autumn, geese crow and yellow flowers are everywhere, and the scenery is not intoxicating. Everyone is drunk, listening to the sound of rain hitting bananas, and gradually entering Qiu Meng with the coolness of autumn night.