In the evening of that day, the sky began to turn red, and the cottony white clouds seemed to have just been fished out of a pale pink dye vat, and they were wet to dry on the top of the hill, with uneven color, but harmonious. The foot of the mountain is golden yellow, and the heavy ears of rice are silently waiting for the women to harvest. The men are smoking water pipes on the ground, with joy on their faces.
In the rice field at the foot of the mountain
Shine like gold Harvest message
People stooped to harvest without haste
Fortunately, on the head
Three bundles and two bundles back home
but they
laughing from ear to ear
in the golden rice fields
Afternoon sun beams
sprinkled on the cold ground
some warm, some bright
look up at the blue sky
My heart is colorful
i have a horse
Searching in autumn in the south
Looking for the dream of Shaxi
Gentle and gentle time flows slowly
please believe
I will arrive soon
with the one you love
Let's grow old here
Last night's autumn leaves were blown into the yard
The sound of sweeping the floor in the morning keeps ringing
The sun hasn't penetrated the window yet
the birds are already chirping
cold morning
Freeze people and dreams in bed
The sun shines through the trees on Sifang Street on a sunny day
Mottled on tourists' faces, hands and feet
the breeze blows gently
The luster fell on the stone road
they walk in a hurry
did not capture the autumn
The warmest pastime in Shaxi
October flowers bloom very slowly
but withered fast
tree rose
After falling, open two more flowers
Probably because they are also afraid of the cold
I don't want to lose color and autumn
Then let's bloom one by one.
The flowers on Moshang are blooming, they should return slowly
Endless scenery in the fields, in the village
On the saddle, on the back of the bull,
within the horizon
Autumn is also there, and Shaxi is also there