Red and yellow are intertwined like colorful writing paper.

The golden wind blows over the autumn fields.
The ears of grain hang low and the fragrance of grain spreads.
The farmer holds a sickle and bends slightly.
In the harvest season, his heart is filled with sweetness.
 
The autumn wind rustles and leaves are falling.
Red and yellow are intertwined like colorful writing paper.
The fields are full of bumper harvests.
Fruits and vegetables are abundant and trembling on the branches.
 
Looking at the farmer looking at the fields.
The granary is gradually filling up and showing a happy face.
Going out in the morning and facing the frost, the cold invades.
Returning in the evening and treading on the moon, the journey is difficult.
 
The grass by the field withers and tells of parting.
The withered leaves dance and sigh about the fleeting years.
The corn stacks are like golden mountains.
The sweet potatoes are unearthed and laughter is connected.
Quietly enjoying the autumn charm of the maple forest.
Storing abundant things for the cold days in