Shocked off the dewdrops of the morning,
The sound of logging is heard in the valley (zhēng zhēng).
Put down the sickle that has been eaten with the aroma of rice,
Use the back basket to hold the fat melon fruit between the bamboo hedges.
Autumn perched in farmhouses.
Throw a round net at the cold mist on the river,
Put away the shadow of the biān fish-like jiù leaf.
The reed canopy is full of white frost,
Gently shake the small oar of the bó.
Autumn game on a fishing boat.
Kusano is even more sparse in the sound of crickets,
The stream is clearer (liè) because of the drying up (hé).
Where is the flute on the back of the cow,
That flute hole full of the incense and heat of the summer night?
Autumn dreams in the eyes of the shepherd girl.
——He Qifang, "Autumn"
With sincere and natural language, this poem depicts a colorful autumn scene of the countryside, expressing the poet's infinite love for autumn and his yearning for a beautiful pastoral life. Autumn is not all bleak, it also has harvests, beauty and joy... Lo and behold, the poet wrote it with a very concise stroke!
