Dead leaves are flying in Chiufung, and wild geese in the north are crowing in the distance.
Chai Fei is a semi-open secluded path, and red branches are hard to hide.
The autumn rain is not long, and the leaves fall back to the roots and become new mud.
Sigh and ask who made it sweet, and only write autumn fruit as a poem.
Laugh! Let's stop here! Let's stop here!