The maple leaves on the trees were lit up by the autumn wind and made a rustling sound. Every maple leaf is a legend, every maple leaf is a movie.
The rice fields are blown by the fragrance of rice,making a rustling sound.
Autumn, autumn leaves nothing but a warmth only a warmth only a warmth everything is left behind. The mountain line Du Mu far up the cold mountain stone path slanting, white clouds born with a home.