Poetic features,

Maple leaf Piaoying dance dusk

Xiangshan is still there.

Laugh at the sunset

Broad maple leaves

Fall into the world of mortals

Not every dusk

There is sunset red.

Always the wind.

Blow away the wings of the tree

Ye, find its paradise.

The face is gray.

It is flying.

Yushu is in the breeze and the soul is free and easy.

Every heart is red and the sunset is beautiful.

Fallen leaves, autumn and red days, spring

Drunk in the maple forest for half a winter

Vent your emotions at dusk.

Spring is also red.

The cold wind blows the softness of the leaves.

The sound of fallen leaves begged in the air.

In this life, who is reading and writing for whom?

Only maple leaves are floating around looking for freedom.

Give a gentle roar.

It became popular all over the mountain.

Magnificent and bleak late autumn