Piles of dark gray clouds weighed low on the earth. It is already late autumn, and the endless trees in the forest are all bare. The old tree stands gloomily, letting the brown moss cover the wrinkles on its body. The ruthless autumn stripped them of their beautiful clothes, and they had no choice but to stand there naked. The sky emits a soft glow, clear and ethereal, like the endless calm blue sea; strong white light dances in the air, like microwaves on the sea; patches of sorghum at the foot of the mountain sway with plump ears from time to time, like undulating red water; while the yellowed leaves give the fields a withered color.
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