Author: Sang Yu
I've always liked autumn,
I like its gentleness,
I like its serenity and delicacy.
The autumn wind rises and the river ripples.
Yellow leaves, swaying one by one.
Autumn rain,
Colorful umbrellas make up a flowing ink painting.
The fields in the countryside are spectacular.
Pieces of corn stalks are dancing with long sleeves in the wind.
Celebrate this year's harvest.
Red apples are waiting on the branches,
The aunt who picked the fruit looked at the huge apple and smiled.
2. Qiu Ge
Author: Zi Ming Qingcheng City
Grab a cool hand from the pond.
Bring a mellow fragrance from the orchard
Autumn has come, singing golden songs.
Come to the city, come to the village.
There is no pride in spring breeze.
There is no sadness.
There is no enthusiasm like the scorching sun.
Not as cold as frost and snow.
You sing about the hardships and bitterness of a long journey.
But there is no disappointment and sadness.
You sing the joy and satisfaction of autumn harvest
But there is no conceit and arrogance.
Ah, facing the yellow flowers everywhere
Gui Xiang is full of gardens and autumn wind.
I want to sing with you.