In the landscape of November,
A glorious natural beauty
I see.
Through
The golden paddy
around the field.
Whenever sunshine
are reflecting!
And the birds
were freely sing
with the tune of air.
Moreover
The busy reapers
And their talks or
Joyful life
Attract me!
I forgot myself
Where I am?
But normally I realize
It only can available
in golden Landscape of November...
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