Introduction
"The leaves fall silently, and I hide my memories in the cracks.
The wind gently says that harvest is not an end, but a settling."
As the sunlight begins to converge, the autumn wind sweeps across the fields, where golden hues replace vibrant greens, and the season of harvest quietly arrives. The fruits hang low, the rice ears are plump,
and everything whispers the tranquil passage of time in its mature form.
The red maples blaze like fire, and leaves float down, like a poetic robe donned by the earth.
Autumn is a time of gratitude, a season for the soul to settle.