Please write a composition with an ancient poem.

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Love songs in autumn

Since ancient times, every autumn has been sad and lonely.

I say autumn is better than spring.

In the clear sky, a crane is walking among the clouds.

It brought poetry to Bixiao.

-Inscription (Liu Yuxi's autumn poems)

Autumn is a bleak season. When the wind blows, the yellow leaves on the tree rustle down, like a golden butterfly with a broken soul, flying to the embrace of Mother Earth. It melts in the soil of spring and becomes nectar, protecting the tree and the hope of spring germination.

Autumn gives people withering, desolation and desolation, and it also gives people maturity, floweriness and deep thought.

Autumn is a harvest season, and the wheat in the field opens its mouth and eyes, waiting for the farmers who come to harvest. Storage in winter, sowing in spring and farming in summer finally ushered in the golden autumn and golden harvest. How much blood and sweat, how much busy, are indifferent to dissipate in this golden ocean, and finally go up in smoke, leaving only the beautiful scenery in front of us. Autumn is a reward for the sweat of the other three seasons.

Autumn is the season of maturity. The dream of spring, the feeling of summer and the memory of winter are all gone. Autumn gets rid of the innocence of spring, the fanaticism of summer and the silence of winter, and becomes more mature, gorgeous and graceful.

The autumn moon is clear, unlike the spring moon, Xia Yue is elegant, and the winter moon is bleak;

Autumn rain is elegant, unlike spring rain, summer rain is unbridled, and winter rain is dull;

Autumn flowers are very delicate, unlike spring flowers, which are elegant in summer and Leng Yan in winter.

Autumn is an extremely romantic season, and the wild geese in the south will make you think a lot.

I love autumn, love its beauty, love its truth and love its romance.

Autumn is an extremely realistic season, and its chilling autumn colors accommodate the withering of everything. Desolate, mature, without any cover.

I love autumn, its beauty and solemnity. Autumn is hazy and bright, full of romance.