A season sees winter coming. The aspen trees are shedding their leaves, and the garden rangers are working hard on collecting the leaves left on ground. I wrote this poem to honor the threes, the tallest seen on the streets, and praize the workers who keep our street and parks clean.

This piece of music "Our Love In Late AUTUMN" was published in 1984.

UNDER ASPEN TREES
Authored by MooreYuan
2 Nov 2024
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Golden leaves against a sun so shy, Cast their warm glow across the sky, Aspen trees rise with a great might, Piercing the clouds that drift by high. Majestic and tall, they stand in pride, Twixt earth and heavens wide, As golden light descends to the side, The woods in scarlet splendor glide.
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The sun's last rays, blood-red, Paint the autumn's palette fair, Aspens' silhouettes sway in the air, As the soft wind whispers there. A hearty song rings out, Greeting the birds returning stout, Autumn dreams, lost in the clouds, Their paths unseen, yet proud.
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乐曲: 爱在深秋 1984