Rice fragrance says harvest, listen to frogs.
When the steep west wind brushes the sky higher and higher; When the stranger's child looks at the last south flying goose; When the boundless grass on the vast field is swaying towards yellow-at this time, it is autumn and the trees are dying.
This is the season of leaves.
What a beautiful autumn, here, it is no longer scorched earth and ashes, this is a prosperous country, Chung Shan Man and the wind are covered with red carpets. Korean pine covered with elastic skin is still alive, standing proudly on the high rocks, whistling in the valley and looking slowly in the rice fields.
Fly.
First frost is full of red leaves, maple trees, osmanthus fragrance, cinnamon fragrance, rice fragrance, spring flowers and autumn fruits.
A cold orange pomelo and an old phoenix tree in autumn
Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves.
The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.