it is autumn. the sky is clem and cloudless. the summer heat is gone. the autumn wind brings us cool. at once the version comes to my mind, "autumn is rich with fruit and grain. " actually i see pomegranates red and round on the stall in the market and the pcars big, yellow and juicy. my mouth waters for them. the grains have been harvested, the rice, wheat and corn.
the laurel trees give off fragrance. the perfume makes its way stralght into my nose. the brlght red canna are standing behind rows of tall plane trees. i am waiting for their leaves to turn yellow.then l can trample on the fallen leaves on both sides of the ground.
at times the autumn rain keeps falling silandy on the trees and flowers and the ground. it washes everything clean. when the sun comes out, the droplets shine bright on the yellow leaves.
what a beautiful painting! a