[text also in english]
Unconsciously, on the riversides are full of golden leaves, it looks like a thick carpet, soft and fluffy. At this moment I just realize that the autumn is coming.
Who said that the breath of autumn is harsh and raw, and sentimental and susceptible?
Autumn is a season of tenderness, the bright and clear mood shines upon the earth as a beautiful veil, gentle and tranquil;
Autumn is a season of golden, the beautiful maples turn red only in autumn;
Autumn is a season of harvest, all rich fruits become ripe in autumn;
Autumn is a season of love, lovers are strolling along the avenue with full of golden leaves.
Someone ever described the autumn:
Autumn’s beauty is ripe, it is not like the spring so shy, the summer so exposing and the winter so introverting.
Autumn’s beauty is rational, it is not like the spring so charming, the summer so burning and the winter so implicit.
The autumn is lovely like the spring, warm like the summer and enchanting like the winter.