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