The cool breeze has a letter
The autumn moon is boundless
Brewing mountains and rivers are colorful
This alluring dream
Encounter colorful and romantic
Through the cracks of October
A dai distant mountain is shy and hazy
A full moon lingers on the branches
Another season of light early autumn
Sprinkled on this fireworks world
When the strong wind blows again
When the cold rain meets again
All of a sudden, I understood
Shu Juan fell back asleep
The mountains and rivers are already in the middle of autumn
Look up at the sky
Thick clouds swam in the vast sky
The blue water is reflected in the beautiful time
Qingyun is like a Xiu, splashing ink between his fingers
The distant mountains are delicate
Sprinkle with mottled dots
Huining at this time
Autumn colors are still light
The magnificent mountains and rivers are all brilliant
The verdant green has not faded yet
The yellow of chrysanthemums is still brewing
The red of Maple Leaf Chinese Restaurant is not yet dyed
Cold and bleak, with a hint of shyness
This golden season
Just like in previous years
The branches and leaves are covered with clothes
Maybe
Rush is in this Northwest season
The expression that is least likely to wither
The thoughts that are not easy to give up
The sky is clear and pure
Watch the clouds reflect the sunset
The branches and leaves blew again
Only this autumn breeze is understanding
This is painted with a paintbrush for autumn
There is the tranquil and romantic relaxation of the Zuli River
There are colorful years when Huajialing stood proudly
There is a new look of the holy land set against the clear waves of the Zuli River
There is a quiet echo of the bell and drum tower's prosperous bells
There are also
Rural revitalization, nourishing by sunshine and rain
The arid plateau Xiuchuan is thriving and happy
The heroic progress of the welding flower to fight the heavens and the earth
The development of cattle and sheep fat and fragrant fruits and vegetables
I have read countless times
In the depths of the colorful years
Dance and fly
With an autumn brush
The harvest is rendered golden
The streamer that polishes the dry plateau
Packed your bags with nostalgia
I do
In the ringing of the bells of this ancient Silk Road
Dress up the earth more and more gorgeously
Brighter and brighter
It's even more exciting
It's like a March breeze
And the gentle rain of June
Lingering, tranquil and faint
(Text: Wei Yonggang Photo: Wang Jinlu)