Autumn (He Qifang)
The dewdrops that covered the morning fell,
The tinkling sound of logging floated out of the valley.
Put down the sickle that has been filled with the fragrance of rice,
Use the basket on your back to hold the plump melons and fruits between the bamboo fences.
Live in a farmhouse in autumn.
Cast round nets into the cold mist on the river,
Put away the shadows of tallow leaves like green bream.
The reeds are covered with white frost,
The little oar is gently swaying back to the mooring.
Autumn games on fishing boats.
The grassy fields become more spacious amidst the sound of crickets.
The stream has become clearer because it has dried up and seen rocks.
Where has the sound of the flute on the cow's back gone?
The flute hole filled with the fragrance and heat of the summer night?
Autumn dreams are in the eyes of the shepherdess.
Autumn is a seasonal piece of music
It has just reached the climax
Autumn is a colorful season
Red apples, golden sorghum
Purple grapes, green rapeseed
Autumn wind takes away the heat of summer
Sent The coolness of autumn
Autumn is a child born in the scorching heat
walking out of the crop fields
hatched from the huge beads of sweat
Autumn is full of sorghum ears
The fiery red color fills people’s eyes
It also arouses romantic feelings
Autumn is Thick wine
One sip will penetrate your bones
I still like it even when I’m drunk
Autumn is like an old man walking on the field ridge
< p>Taste the harvest carefullyThe charming smell emanating from the ground
Drink autumn with autumn on your back
Life is always so calm
My poem is as heavy as a fruit