Early autumn in Bozhou, the sky is high and the clouds are thin, with a faint freshness and coolness in the air.
Sunlight filters through sparse clouds, mottling the fields, with golden rice stalks gently swaying in the breeze, whispering the joy of harvest.
In the distance, the mountains rise and fall, dyed in the colors of early autumn, deep green mixed with pale yellow and orange-red, like a fine oil painting.
On the country roadsides, wildflowers are still blooming, not as lush as they were in midsummer, yet possessing a unique charm.
Occasionally, a few butterflies dance among the flowers, bees busily gather nectar, adding a touch of vitality and vigor to the serene pastoral scene. The stream flows gently, clear to the bottom, with pebbles on the riverbed glinting in the sunlight.
