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Maple leaves in the Phoenix Valley fall in the wind



The ground is covered with maple leaves on a frosty day.

During daylight, white clouds float in the clear sky,

While at night, the bright moon hangs up high.

With the fragrance of flowers,

The autumn climate is clear and crisp.

The maple leaves are at their best in this season,

BNU meets you again.

Autumn comes as expected.

With colors bursting from the trees like splattered paint,

The campus is a feast for the eyes.



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When you are in the mood,

You can amble among the maples,

Wander through the mountain paths.

With the clear breeze blowing gently,

The sky is filled with red clouds.

The maple leaves fly and fall,

Turning the ground into gold.

Like a gust of wind,

Time flies away so quickly.



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The beauty of autumn is fading away.

What a pity!

Before we realize,

Autumn has turned into winter.

Prosperity dies easily.

People come and go, leaving nothing but a trail.

With so many melancholy thoughts in my heart,

I can hardly fall asleep at night.

If you ask me how much my sorrow has increased,

Just see the over-brimming river flowing east!



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Carrying the maple leaves,

The heavy downpour flows into the river quickly.

After the deluge at night,

The temperature plunges.

The ground turns into golden yellow.

From whose house comes the voice of Luoyang flute.

To whom the tune will not nostalgic feeling bring?

Sorrow floats from the fallen leaves.

When we are leaving home,

Far away from the mountain,

We could only faintly see a few wild geese.



The beauty of maple leaves is far more than what is mentioned,

Just like the beauty that belongs to your essence.

It is constantly being discovered and created,

Then gradually forms your wonderful life.



Autumn in Chinese Article:

Autumn in the South also has its unique features, such as the moonlit Ershisi Bridge in Yangzhou, the flowing sea tide at the Qiantangjiang River, the mist-shrouded Putuo Mountain and lotuses at the Lizhiwan Bay. But they all lack strong color and lingering flavor. Southern autumn is to Northern autumn what yellow rice wine is to kaoliang wine, congee to steamed buns, perches to crabs, yellow dogs to camels. (Written by Yu Dafu)(Translated by Zhang Peiji)



Autumn in English Poetry:

Fall, leaves, fall

(Written by EMILY BRONTË)

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;

Lengthen night and shorten day;

Every leaf speaks bliss to me

Fluttering from the autumn tree.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow

Blossom where the rose should grow;

I shall sing when night’s decay

Ushers in a drearier day.