Late autumn solstice, all things are depressed,
The grass and trees in the garden,
Still in the sun, growing recklessly,
Enjoy the last revelry before winter.
Inadvertently a corner, an angle,
Perhaps the most moving picture scroll is hidden,
This is the mystery of autumn in Shuanghe Lake,
It is also the tenderness that autumn gives us.
A gust of autumn wind and a chill,
One place of sunshine and one place of yellow,
Warm colors dispel the chill,
Bring endless hope.
Autumn and winter alternate, mottled,
In the quiet and clear late autumn,
Stop-and-go,
Feel the gentle greetings of late autumn.
A splendid confession of autumn,
When I looked up, I saw a thick yellow.
Whispered, sunny.
The romance of autumn is hidden in the garden,
Withered branches wrapped around the rocks,
Endless tenderness.
Autumn is the end of summer,
It is the beginning of winter on the long line.
In the warmth of autumn,
Listen to nature's whispers.
When the epidemic is over,
We invite you to come,
Listen to the beauty of that leaf.