九月未央,烟雨薄凉兮,淡若素。白色裙摆,随风叠叠飞,轻如燕。雨声清脆,荡起漪漪画,冷若丝。阳光田园,麦苗漫漫舞,飘如烟。九月,初秋的麦田以生机勃勃的姿态迎接着雨的挥洒,酝酿着一场自然与自然的邂逅。历经一夜,潮湿的水珠已然藏匿于每一处。秋季的干燥仿佛从未存在一般。静待温暖归来。秋水薄凉,伊人藏于流水间。 In September, Weiyang is a cool and dry place with light rain. White skirts, flying with the wind, light as swallow. The sound of rain was crisp, and the paintings were cold and cold. Sunny countryside, long wheat dance, floating in smoke. In September, the wheat fields in the early autumn welcomed the rain with a lively stance, brewing a paralysis of nature and nature. After a night, the wet water droplets are already hiding in every place. Dry autumn seems to never exist. Wait for warmth to return. The cool autumn water, the Iraqi people hiding in the water.