Poems describing autumn in university campus need to be created by yourself.

There is only one leaf to learn, mottling the bluestone path. Under the cool breeze and bright moon, the ideal is dyed red. If you wave your fan without hesitation, what is a sigh?

Starting with poetry, I told a faded scene. The small garden with flower beds tells a memory. Margo's westward journey is like a pavilion.

Hey, I didn't go to college. Feel the mood. QQ465628009 can ask questions at any time.