The original text of He Qifang's Autumn

He Qifang

The morning dew fell, and

The sound of logging tinkled out of the valley.

Put down the sickle that has been full of fragrant rice, and

Use the basket to hold the plump fruits and vegetables in the bamboo fence.

I live in a farmhouse in autumn.

spread a round net over the cold fog on the river surface,

put away the shadow of the Chinese tallow leaves like herring.

The reed canopy is full of frost, and

the small oars that are moored are gently shaken.

autumn games are played on fishing boats.

the grass field is wider and wider with the sound of crickets.

because the stream has dried up, the stones have become clearer.

Where is the flute on the cow's back?

Where is the flute hole full of summer night fragrance and heat?

autumn dreams are in the eyes of shepherdess.