-Ovid
October is the harvest season, and the beautiful northern country is picturesque: look at the endless rice fields, the rice waves are rolling like a golden sea. People are particularly partial to autumn. Spring is the season of cultivation, summer is the season of inoculation, and winter is the season of collection. Only autumn is the season of harvest, and it is the autumn season. When the autumn wind blows across the fields, it turns yellow rice and golden rice, and it bends with laughter. Only then can people feel the sweetness of labor and the joy of harvest. The farmers in the field have smiles on their faces blackened by the sun, and I don't know how much sweat they have shed. Now that the harvest is in sight, can it not make people happy?
Autumn, a beautiful season, a harvest season and a golden season, is as desirable as the spring when flowers are in full bloom, as enthusiastic as the hot summer, and as charming as the snowy winter.
I have a unique feeling about the sunshine in autumn. It is not as sultry as it is in spring, nor as warm as it is in summer, nor as dignified as it is in winter. In particular, the afternoon sunshine, goose yellow charming, ambiguous implicit, fascinating, fascinating. Try to avoid it, the autumn sunshine with a slight coolness is still refreshing, quiet and warm.
in autumn, the river is lovely. Green grass and green willow in spring and summer have become Huang Cancan at this time. Leaves are dancing in the air like Huang Die. Some fall motionless on the ground, while others float into the water, like a boat swimming forward with the current, and the river becomes golden.
in autumn, the sunshine is warm and quiet, the autumn wind is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are elegant and melodious. It seems that all beautiful things show their best posture in autumn. It is not as shy as spring, so open in summer and so introverted in winter.
Autumn is a season of maturity, harvest, enrichment and indifference. It has experienced the prosperity of spring and summer, and is no longer proud of being praised and loved. It isolates all praise and affection from Qiu Guang, but wishes to be a leisurely, distant and elusive autumn.
The beauty of autumn is rational-it is not as charming as spring, so hot in summer and so subtle in winter.
Autumn is in the orchard, and the round apples show their green and red faces in autumn under the autumn sun. Autumn flashes on the branches, on a-mei's apple-like face and between her smiles. Autumn is fascinated by me in the morning breeze, with the taste of a-mei's youth.