Quietly fall to the ground
see
Golden ears of wheat are her hair.
The red apple is her face.
The bent banana is her eyebrow.
Green beans are her eyes.
Ah, autumn
Thank you for your beauty.
Autumn orchard
Cheng Chen
Autumn is coming, autumn is coming.
The fruit in the garden is ripe.
Apple blushed with laughter.
The persimmon is bright.
Mother is busy picking.
My sister followed.
see
I can't reach it on tiptoe.
Anxious sister stamped her feet.