There is fog and ripe fruit in autumn.
You become friends with the mature sun;
You conspired to use countless beads,
The eaves of Mao are covered with vines;
Let the old tree in front of the house bear apples,
Let the ripe taste penetrate into the heart of the fruit,
Make the gourd swell the hazelnut shell,
Good into the sweet core; For bees.
Flowers that bloom late again and again,
Let them think that the days will be warm forever,
Because summer fills their sticky nests very early.
Who doesn't often see you with the barn?
You can also find it in the fields.
Mi sometimes sits on the threshing floor at will,
Let the hair flutter gently with the wind of winnowing the grain;
Sometimes, addicted to the fragrance of poppies,
You lie on your back in a half-harvested field,
Let the sickle rest next to the flowers in the flower bed next door;
Or, like a gleaner across a stream,
You hold your head high, carry a grain bag, and cast your reflection.
Or sit under a fruit juicer for hours,
You patiently looked at the slowly dripping wine slurry.
Ah. Where is Haruka? But don't.
Think about it, you have your music-
When the wavy clouds reflect a dying day,
Wipe the scattered fields with cinnabar,
At this time, there are a group of small flying insects under the willows by the river.
They all started to lament, and suddenly they flew very high.
Suddenly falling, ups and downs with the breeze;
In the garden, crickets under the fence are singing.
Robins with red breasts will whistle in groups;
And the sheep bleated loudly and silently in the mountain circle;
Swallows in Cong Fei are whispering in the sky.
Since Qiu Lai.
The sky will be high.
Dark clouds will disappear.
It's cool to be angry
This kind of fruit is only sweet.
There is only fragrance left in the leaves.
All the cattle and sheep have become fat.
The fields have turned into paintings.
The countryside is full of beautiful scenery.
-This is the autumn world.
On the glittering cotton petals
Autumn is white.
On the heavy ears of grain
Autumn is golden.
On the Dulu-Dulu grape.
Autumn is purple.
The jujube trees are covered with small lanterns.
Autumn is red.
In a vegetable field.
Autumn is green.
In the gurgling stream
Autumn is blue.
Oh, since Qiu Lai.
October is coming on the wings of singing.
Flowers are in full bloom, accompanied by beautiful pictures of their wedding.
Smile and dance with joyful notes.
The red flag rises with the scenery of Xia Hong.