in the early autumn, the air has become a bit cool. From the gloomy and hurried woods in the west to the East, there are woods, official roads, reeds and the broad and surging river crossing in turn

at the other end of the river is the scorched yellow wheat field. The golden ears are like a huge golden carpet. With the autumn wind still blowing from the west, the waves are falling towards the East, contrasting with the green ripples, which complement each other Looking to the east along the golden wheat, the shadow of a Cang mountain looms in the morning mist, just a few miles away from...