The autumn wind blew the harvest music.
Sorghum hung low and fragrant rice overflowed.
When the wind blows, the branches are covered with jewels.
The fruit party just started.
The autumn wind blew the music of the main harvest.
Autumn rain knocks the keys of the earth.
Sunny and foggy, rustling
Accompany the banquet to wash away the fatigue for the farmers.
Let every gem become bright and beautiful.
Autumn rain beats the keys of the earth.
Every note is dancing.
Every rhythm is singing.
Created a harvest movement.
Let this go.
Sing briskly
The second chapter of Autumn
The sunset falls in the afterglow, leading to the once gorgeous world of mortals.
Lost in the sound of hooves, no one is in the air.
Life is only a few autumn, but a glass of wine grows after a storm.
Let's be noisy and fierce to melt the lonely years.
Those sad stories made it addicted to dust.
Bring a simple pen to depict colorful youth.
The earth that has been silent for thousands of years is calling us.
The yellow weeds dispersed the strong life.
The fallen leaves flying all over the sky play the embers of carnival.
We are young and frivolous, full of informal dreams.
Go to tomorrow with passion and welcome the new sun.
Chapter III Autumn
Swallow it,
Black and white belly,
Going south is not afraid of the distance.
I like the mild and sunny scenery in the south.
When the northern country thousands of miles away is frozen, it will go home.
There are many roads, but the wind is coming and the wind is blowing.
It's the season again, year after year, year after year, and we are tireless.