http://www.writingforums.com/threads/160860-The-Autumn-s-Words
秋本不愁, 是人加了一个心使之变愁了。 秋是收获的时候,快乐的时节。
Here I am, quietly, bringing love and care:
I wave gently-- wiping off the clouds on the horizon,
I give a puff-- scents of flowers keep floating in the air,
Wheat ears cheer joyfully, waiting for the harvest.
By the river, sitting a cow
she chews slowly, enjoying a relaxing break.
The happy-go-lucky fellow
near the farmhouse, a pig is sound asleep.
The geese in the sky have a new dream to fulfill:
They fly south, in swarms,
singing all the way, they fly through seas and many a hill,
leaving mountain brooks keep running alone.
I shake my sleeves, the pigment
I've brought, fall on the north mountain top
where live raccoons and deer' cries there are constant,
and in the south now it becomes colorful as well.
The full moon these days has become a hook,
also appears to be like a curved eyebrow,
her forever fresh, smiley and shy look,
since ancient times, has charmed so many literary giants...