Autumn Wind Painting Poem by Cui Gya

It just comes gently to the face
The sweat on the tip of the nose is gone
It only slightly raise
The silk scarf on the neck flies
The sky is washed by its flow
The sorghum is humble by its blowing
My Havana slippers
Enter their vacation
Your old vines grape
Start picking season
The length of time
It was carved into a color plate
Facing the sky
It' s complementary colours of the earth
Fallen leaves
Light yellow, medium yellow, golden and orange
They were dyed into a painting blanket
By the gusts of autumn wind