to the maple leaves of Jiangnan's autumn
Jiangnan's autumn yo was dyed very, very thick
The very, very thick autumn is the season of harvest
The season of harvest is the day of the fragrance of the fruits
Even the wild geese flying south conveyed the joy of herringbone
Even the insects in the crypt savored it under the crypts.
Even the hidden insects are savoring the taste under the crypts
The heavy ears of grain in the fields
are writing lyric poems for the autumn in Jiangnan
They are telling the most golden words of the autumn in Jiangnan
Children are playing in the threshing floor
They are intoxicated by the self-constructed games and stories
Adults are busy in the threshing floor
The adults are busy in the threshing floor
with smiles on their faces.
The threshing machines were sweating out their grains
Autumn in Jiangnan is all about harvesting
Girls and boys under the grapevines
On the night grasses lightly milky
Harvesting the whispers that the spring sows with its reddish halos
They reflect the four stars of the beginning with their eyes
Together, they make the coolness of the early autumn hot
The stars shyly hide in the clouds
Two ripe dandelions meet in the air
They hide in the grass with their parachutes
Autumn in Jiangnan is still a young girl who likes to dress up
They cut white clouds and rainbows into tunics
They make sunglasses out of the calm lakes
Stringing the rolling hills into colorful necklacesThey make the sky eyecatching on their travels
Letting the fallen leaves and flower petals pave the mountain paths
They collect the red leaves and make them into seasonal bookmarks
Commissioning the pristine winter maidens to send them to the spring
The autumn in the south of the Yangtze River, the greetings of occasional drizzle drift through
An occasional gust of wind blows the wind chimes of thought
People have climbed high to get closer to the depths of the sky
Remembering childhood and hometowns on moonlit nights
In the autumn of Jiangnan, the daylight is gradually truncated
Nightingales sing softly in the romantic night
In the autumn of Jiangnan, the mood floats higher and higher
Not a trace of melancholy can be found in the leisurely rhythm
There is no way to find a single moment of melancholy in the leisurely rhythm
There is a way to find a way to find a way to find a way to find a way to find a way to get a way.
Your smiling face and ours
The autumn night blooms with the light of flowers
Jiangnan's autumn, I'm a devout searcher
Following your legs
Following your chest
Following your hair
In order to find a déjà vu of Andersen's fairy tale.
Jiangnan's fall always comes later,
Jiangnan's osmanthus blossoms are in full bloom when the leaves fall in the north.
Far away from the mountains as Diane, water like smoke,
Wet moist Jiangnan, even in the fall is also wet moist.
Jiangnan's autumn is intoxicating,
In the autumn color of rice,
Listen to the frogs and insects cry, see the geese flying south,
Pour a cup of osmanthus brewing, drunk in the twilight of the moon bright as water.
Jiangnan's autumn is rainy,
Patches of smoky rain for many days,
A burst of autumn rain, a cool,
See the fireflies dotted dance, the leaves turn color,
Jiangnan's autumn will be thick.
Jiangnan's autumn came in this way without notice,
on the Broken Bridge by the West Lake,
in the cool mist of Mt. Putuo,
in the sound of the bells of the Cold Mountain Temple,
Jiangnan's autumn is even though it is another fascinating one,
but "Don't go to Jiangnan easily, only because of the parting of hearts on the autumn",
In the autumn parting has already made people melancholy,
not to mention to go to the Jiangnan of that other people's broken heart ......