C143 Yanliang Relatives

The autumn of Jizhou was immersed in yellow. The sorghum leaves in the fields were withered and yellow, shivering in the autumn wind, only the trunk of the trees by the side of the road was left, the leaves of the village fluttered in the air like yellow butterflies, the weeds in the fields lowered their heads, the withered leaves swayed with the wind, even the sun in the sky turned yellow