The First Autumn in Zhaosu, Xinjiang

August winds circle around the Tianshan ridge Spinning across the plains of Zhaosu Suddenly, the wheat ears turn golden Wrapped in sunlight’s honey hue Holding the entire summer’s love whispers Transforming into a heavy, gentle bow The wheat waves are a breathing ocean Ripples inscribed with the code of the seasons Early-returning migratory birds skim over the ridges Their wingtips touched by the scent of wheat and frost It’s autumn now Distant snow-capped mountains quietly guard this golden land Clouds pause for a moment, then take on the warmth of the wheat fields I arrived here at sunrise Nature creates soft and tranquil light and shadow This is Zhaosu’s most enchanting moment The earth uses wheat as a brush, step by step approaching Van Gogh’s painting Writing a footnote about abundance across the vastness We are travelers who have accidentally entered this golden secret realm