C143 Yanliang Relatives

The autumn in Jizhou was soaked in yellow, the sorghum leaves in the fields were yellow and quivering in the autumn wind, the trees by the side of the road were only trees, the leaves from the village fluttered in the air like yellow butterflies, the weeds in the fields had lowered their heads, the leaves swayed in the wind, even the sun was yellow, the drifting clouds were a dull yellow