Leaders, please request the full text of Ai Qing's poem "Autumn morning quietly flows through the dark valley and bends and stretches along the foot of the mountain".

In the dark valley, Yanhe River flows quietly along the foot of the mountain, stretching over the fields, radiating silver light. The moon has come back from the back of the mountain, and the cock's morning call and the distant horn sound are ringing in the four fields on the top of our mountain. Autumn has come along the river bank-covered with thin fog and slightly cold soybeans, buckwheat has withered and scorched the ground, and the stars in the field are scattered with the accumulation of harvest. Golden corn-covered rice was spread on the slope behind the house, and the sound of uniform screening came from the mill over there.