Author: Jiangnan Liu She
Listen to the songs of autumn.
Charming melody cuts through the melancholy of summer.
The brisk tone dyed green into gold.
Hard-working plowman
Take a hoe.
Immersed in the harvest music.
Autumn is singing.
A year's harvest
Infinite dream
In the song
Sow deep hope
Chapter 2: I heard that autumn is coming.
Author: Yashi
I want to run under the blue sky and tell you.
Rain has just fallen from the rubble of the old house.
I want to hug the earth and tell you.
The wind in my hometown has brought roughness to the ears of rice.
You happen to be busy.
With your deep myopic eyes
Light a cigarette with the flu.
A city burning like lead.
I want to tell you quietly
My corner is very happy.
I want to tell you stubbornly
It's autumn in the field.
You just turned around.
Don't want to hear me say autumn
Because you don't want to hear about land, cabins.
These news about the arrival of autumn
Chapter Three: Missing in Autumn
Author: drowning fish fossils
The sunshine is soft.
indifferent
On a leaf
Turn enemies into friends with the autumn wind
Appreciate each other
Not green.
Can't warm up
Silent autumn wind
Trembling to open the autumn letter.
Suddenly warm rehmannia glutinosa.
go home
Leaves are just migratory birds in autumn.
The wind told a tree like this.
Chapter Four: Rivers in Autumn
Author: drowning fish fossils
The long river of autumn leaves.
Qian shan wan mu feng he
Your moon is high and there is no footsteps.
The dew began to rise.
You have my sailboat passing by in your palm print.
Homesick migratory birds are in a hurry.
Sweep my village
Smoke spiraled up from the kitchen chimney.
I began to miss the crowd.
Miss everyone's hug
Longing for every ray of sunshine.
Give me warm greetings.
I stand in a sea of people.
Thin into a shallow, dark and swift river.
There is your melancholy blue in the jumping waves.
There is warm running in the lonely scenery.
Am I never the scenery you need?
The mighty autumn river
When you burst the bank,
Is it the gap in the wind or the gap in my mind?
In the bleak leaves or
Behind your back
You tell me.
I'm afraid when I'm cut off
I can't go to see the sea with you anymore.
Rivers in autumn
A river on the cliff
Hang high
Whose treetop is it?