The First Autumn in Zhaosu, Xinjiang

August winds circle around the Tianshan ridge
Spinning across the plains of Zhaosu
Suddenly, the wheat ears turn golden
Wrapped in sunlight’s honey hue
Holding the entire summer’s love whispers
Transforming into a heavy, gentle bow

The wheat waves are a breathing ocean
Ripples inscribed with the code of the seasons
Early-returning migratory birds skim over the ridges
Their wingtips touched by the scent of wheat and frost

It’s autumn now
Distant snow-capped mountains quietly guard this golden land
Clouds pause for a moment, then take on the warmth of the wheat fields

I arrived here at sunrise
Nature creates soft and tranquil light and shadow
This is Zhaosu’s most enchanting moment
The earth uses wheat as a brush, step by step approaching Van Gogh’s painting
Writing a footnote about abundance across the vastness
We are travelers who have accidentally entered this golden secret realm

Post by Harper Foster Harper35 | Oct 24, 2025