Hometown is the land I love most, now matter where I am, it’s always in my heart. Autumn is the season I love most, no matter how wonderful other seasons are, it always fascinates me most. I always want to write something about the autumn of my hometown, but every time I wrote a little, I tore it off and felt my humble words not good enough to describe the autumn of hometown. So I read a lot of prose about autumn for reference, still I couldn’t write something to satisfy myself, until today I asked myself suddenly, “what’s wrong with me? Hometown is like my mother, as long as my words is sincere, no mother will blame her children for hearty words, though which may sound a little humble.”

Leaves becoming yellow, wind becoming cool, sky becoming blue, I becoming peaceful… I like to sit in the field full of stubble to look at the velvet blue sky. Sometimes wild gooses are flying by, I always look after them until they become very small and vanish in the sky far away without caring whether they form the shape of Y or I. The sunshine isn’t masculine anymore, so tender, so soft, which makes you feel in the arms of mother.

The autumn night with moon is so charming. After supper, I always like to walk around courtyard to feel the chillness. Look at the beautiful moon sprinkling watery light, the whole village and field around it wore a silvery clothes. Walking through the trees around courtyard, I looked at mottled shadows of tree and wondered even the greatest painter could emulate them.

All things around me are quiet and I feel I’m the only one in the quiet world. By accident, I can hear bark, which reminds me I’m still living in the common world. Watching the moon and sparse stars, I never feel as peaceful as now and wish the moment can last forever. I wonder how could the autumn night be so beautiful. Bathing in the moonlight of autumn night, I want nothing and wish I could bath in it forever.

Now I’m in Shenzhen, every time I feel tired and sad, I’ll sit on my balcony to see the silvery moon, only the moon is still the same. All worldly things seem so small under the clear and bright moonlight. Then my heart is healed by the moon and came back to struggle in the world with new vigor.

Time goes by so quickly, the world changes so quickly, but the autumn of hometown is always the same in my heart, so beautiful and charming.