A poem describing that autumn is the harvest of friendship

Falling leaves know autumn, friendship is like wine, the wind is getting colder, and there is no joy and no worries. Time flies, suddenly looking back, a greeting remains.

An autumn rain and a cold, remember to add clothes, the full moon is bright, the thoughts are doubled, the wheat is rich and the fruit is sweet, and friends are always happy.

An autumn rain and a cold, remember to add clothes, the full moon is bright, the thoughts are doubled, the wheat is rich and the fruit is sweet, and friends are always happy.