"Autumn"
He Qifang
The dewdrops in the morning fell,
The sound of logging floated out of the valley. .
Put down the sickle that has been fragrant with rice,
Use the basket on your back to hold the plump melons and fruits between the bamboo fences.
Live in a farmhouse in autumn.
Casting round nets into the cold mist on the river,
Putting away the shadows of tallow leaves like green bream.
The reeds are covered with white frost,
The little oar is gently swaying as it returns 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 stones.
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.