A sequel to the poem Ode to the Four Seasons.

Autumn,

I came to Shan Ye Manor.

This is a harvest season,

The trees are full of fruits and the branches are bent.

Millet and sorghum are ripe,

All the villagers are filled with smiling faces of harvest.

After a busy day, the sun is going to have a rest.

When I left, I raised the sunset glow.

This dog is very good,

Follow the master honestly.