家乡的山，触目皆是，像是聚在一起聊天。山上有枫树，有麦子，有果子……放眼望去，这片“金色海洋”延伸到了天边，零星的几抹绿也黯然失色，成了陪衬。是的，秋天静悄悄地来了，神不知，鬼不觉。
The mountains in my hometown are everywhere, like gathering together to chat. There are maple trees, wheat, and fruits on the mountain... Looking around, this "golden ocean" extends to the horizon, with scattered green spots fading away and becoming a backdrop. Yes, autumn has quietly arrived, unnoticed by gods and ghosts.
山上的梯田层层叠叠似螺旋，让你置身仙境，如痴如醉，流连忘返。山下的平田棋盘般布局着，金黄的棋子散发着丰收的味道。乡亲们看着自家“粮仓”，心中便有了着落，脸上洋溢着丰收的喜悦。
The terraced fields on the mountain are stacked layer by layer like a spiral, immersing you in a fairyland, enchanting and lingering. The flat field at the foot of the mountain is arranged like a chessboard, with golden chess pieces emitting a taste of harvest. The villagers looked at their own "granary" and felt a sense of relief in their hearts, with joy of a bountiful harvest on their faces.
远看，山姑娘失去了活力，像是穿着黄布缝制的破衣服，一阵微风便会吹倒在地。但最美不过枫叶林，清风拂面，一片枫叶落在了地上，又一片落在了地上，一片接着一片，它们就像行为艺术家一样，用自己的身躯，铺就了一条金黄的树叶之路，让人为此驻足却不忍踏足。
From a distance, the mountain girl lost her vitality, as if wearing tattered clothes sewn with yellow cloth, and a gentle breeze would blow her to the ground. But the most beautiful is the maple leaf forest. The gentle breeze brushes my face, and one maple leaf falls to the ground, another falls to the ground, one after another. They are like performance artists, using their bodies to pave a golden path of leaves, making people stop but reluctant to step on it.
秋，是美丽的季节，美得像一幅精致的油画；秋，也是农民们最快乐的季节，因为可以下海“捞金”。我，也不例外。我爱秋天，爱家乡的秋天，爱装满家乡粮仓的秋天。
Autumn is a beautiful season, as beautiful as a delicate oil painting; Autumn is also the happiest season for farmers, as they can go into the sea to 'make gold'. I am no exception. I love autumn, love the autumn of my hometown, love the autumn that fills the granary of my hometown.