The autumn wind blows and it’s cool outside the Great Wall,

In the Loess Plateau, golden ears sway.

Cows and sheep return to the fold, pastoral songs are melodious,

The picture of a good harvest is spread across the vast fields.

On the mountain ridge, pines and cypresses stand tall,

Falling leaves draw the outline of autumn.

The eagle soars, spreads its wings and flies high,

A vast area with a panoramic view.

In the ravines, clear springs gurgling,

Wildflowers are blooming, dotting the land.

The sunset shines, the mountains and rivers are picturesque,

The sun sets, and the sky turns golden.

In the orchard, there are abundant fruits,

The apples are red and the pears are yellow.

The fruity aroma is overflowing, spreading in all directions,

The taste of autumn is refreshing.

Beside the field, the farmer is sweating,

The rice is hanging low, and the hope is heavy.

Cut by the sickle, golden waves,

Sweat and joy intertwined, a tribute to the harvest.

The autumn rain moistens the earth,

The Loess Plateau is bathed in sweet rain.

Before the frost, everything is collected,

Get ready for the winter cold.

At the beginning of autumn, outside the fortress,

All things change and the seasons reincarnate.

The autumn wind blows and white clouds fly,

Aspirational and full of pride.

(Sunjiacha Longhua Mining Company Wang Yao)