With a camera in my hand, I walked along the path in the forest and looked up. In the twilight, I am busy.
Villagers with towels around their necks are harvesting golden rice with sickles, one knife at a time, following the trend to harvest this year's fruits. Women with baskets on their backs are picking full fruits and vegetables between bamboo fences and putting them behind their backs, enjoying the harvest.
They laughed simply and happily, as if they could hear their conversation from their faces:
Look, this year is another bumper harvest!
Yes, look at this big melon. Our children will not want to sell any more, so they must eat by themselves!
I don't feel infected either. I smile. Autumn is so nice!
Ear, came the voice of tintin, is the khans in logging? I think. In the faint valley, as if I were there, the dew on the side slipped from the leaves and dripped on my shoulder and face, which was cool but comfortable.
Across the field, a small bridge suddenly appeared. I stood quietly on the beach, and on the river surrounded by cold fog, it was faintly visible that someone had cast a net of Zhang Yuanyuan. I bypassed the small bridge and walked to the shore. I can clearly see the frost on the crown of reed. A ship gradually became clear before my eyes, and the invisible man was gently shaking the moored paddle.
What a rare picture, how can you meet it in the city?
The sound of logging in the valley and the sound of river flowing have gone away, but I can hear crickets coming and going, and their voices are sweet. I turned my head to look at this meadow. It turned out to be so vast.
Turn back to the path, go on, and see the gurgling stream. Because it is dry, it is clearer. A melodious flute sounded and I watched with rapt attention. Is that a girl sitting on the cow's back? In this field without tall buildings, it is so harmonious.
I raised my camera, clicked and recorded the picture of the third autumn today.
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