Who is the author of Wild Autumn?

This is the first few passages
The wind blew from the dilapidated fields, carrying a little sadness. I came from the muddy road, walking in the autumn fields. Some people say that autumn is here, and you can be sad to your heart's content. I think this is somewhat sad. The cold autumn wind does give people a gray influence. Therefore, autumn became the season of melancholy, and people's faces carried a morbid melancholy beauty.
If the wind wanted to bring about such withering emotions, then I would go and feel her, feel her low mood. He could feel the sound of the fallen leaves. If it was a confession, it would definitely be very beautiful. So I walked forward, stepping on the damp after days of rain and the sun. The wind sobbed softly and ran away from me, towards the depths of the fields and valleys. She was like a madwoman who did not deserve pity or sympathy. In a part of the field, a few locust trees with fallen leaves swayed in the wind, standing alone like a few ghosts.
I searched the fields for the flowers, even if I found some withered remains. I want to pick them up and bury them deep under the yellow soil, so that next spring I can see the flowers bloom again. Then, he would sing praises of the splendor of spring, a touch of pleasant colors. At that time, I must have been smiling happily. Perhaps, my smile was not cute enough. But it didn't matter. Just take it as picking up the happiness that the season had left behind by the roadside! That could also add some unexpected beauty to life. That was how beauty existed. It might be harvested when it was picked up inadvertently, and then happiness would be presented seriously. It was often a kind of natural pleasure that was unintentionally created. Perhaps it was still too early to talk about this, because I was shivering in the autumn wind at the moment, but my heart had already been thrown to the spring fields thousands of miles away. However, this false hope in my heart was also beautiful. In this instant, I was able to forget some of my bone-piercing coldness and gloomy mood.
Autumn is not bad, autumn buried the body of spring grass, but let flowers bloom in the poet's heart. Ha! Look at me, I've mistaken myself for a poet. However, a person who knew how to create beautiful things could also be considered a poet! However, he was the only one who understood those poetic scenes.
It is said that autumn is a season of nostalgia. I don't want to fix it to a specific time or season. Perhaps I also miss the summer rain in winter, they are so cool! Or I miss the snowflakes in winter in spring. Unfortunately, they can only bloom in winter. It is said that autumn is a gray season, and I don't want to freeze it into this single boring color. I would also see a daisy in full bloom at this time, its fragrance overflowing. Therefore, the seasons were all brilliant, gorgeous and colorful. If someone insisted that it was singular, it must be because of that person's boring life and dull heart. A beautiful soul can find beauty everywhere, and a beautiful soul can find splendor at any time!
Looking at the present, in the fields after the autumn harvest. What he saw was the smiles of the people who had not disappeared from the fertile yellow land, happy for the harvest. Those who were smiling at the scene of the harvest and happily chasing after the children. How real and touching would that be! You might not have experienced it before, but if that's the case, I think it's a pity.

Answer 1

The author of Autumn's Wild was from Korea.