If the fields had a color in autumn, it would surely be golden. In the crisscrossing rice fields of Yunyan Town in northern Guangdong, when the gentle breeze sweeps through the fields, the golden rice stalks sway in unison, rustling with a soft sound. The air is filled with the rich aroma of rice, recounting the tale of a bountiful harvest. The sounds of machines harvesting and the chirping of insects weave together into a symphony of autumn, adding vitality and joy to this season of plenty.

如果秋天的田野有颜色，那一定是稻谷的金黄。在粤北乐昌云岩镇阡陌纵横稻田里，当微风轻轻吹过稻田时，金黄的稻谷随风摇曳，发出沙沙的声响，空气中弥漫着浓郁的稻香诉说着丰收的故事，机器收割声、虫鸣交织成一首秋天的交响乐，为这丰收的季节增添了几分生动与趣味。

翻译｜李玉凡

审校｜罗洁

终审｜程敏苏