First song
When the wind blows the green leaves and turn yellow, I ask which season the chrysanthemums should be fragrant.
The sound of wild geese flying south is accompanied by the beautiful autumn scenery and the glow of the clouds.
Second song
When the wild chrysanthemums are blooming, the cinnamon fragrance is fragrant, and the mountain maples are dyed with persimmons like sugar.
Farmers and threshers are having fun, but who says autumn is always lonely.
The third song
The branches are slowly dancing, and fallen leaves are everywhere.
The sun line passes through the clouds and the floating shadows move, and the wind patrols the place to pound the yarn.
The fourth song
The sunset is thousands of miles away and the autumn frost is sending you away, and the leaves in front of the building are listening to the rain.
Yesterday I scratched my head with black hair, and fished for a lonely man with a cup of leisurely moonlight.
The fifth song
The sweet-scented osmanthus is full of fragrance like rain, and it is even more suitable for the wild chrysanthemums on the hillside.
The spring breeze should laugh at me, but I love this autumn light.