Autumn is a seasonal piece of music
It has just reached its climax
Autumn is the brush of the wind
Colors soaked in sunlight
Pictures painted in the heart
Autumn is a child born in the scorching heat
walking out of the crop fields
Hatched from huge beads of sweat
Autumn is a passionate and profound philosopher
Studying spring and summer
I still like the golden color here
Autumn is full of sorghum ears
The fiery red color fills people’s eyes
It also arouses romantic feelings
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Autumn is a rich wine
One sip will penetrate your bones
I still like it even when I am drunk
Autumn is like walking on the ridges of the fields The old man
Tastes the harvest
The charming smell exuding from the field
Autumn is a mother after labor pains
Rest quietly
Waiting for the first cry of new life
Drinking autumn with autumn on your back
Life is always so calm
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