Parent-child poetry is naturally good

Golden autumn. There are many parent-child poems about nature, and one of them is Autumn. The full text is: the red fruits in the garden are fragrant, and the high rice piles on the farmers' threshing floor make the fishermen's faces laugh all over the net. Cold clothes warm the hearts of soldiers on the horizon. After sunset, they pick up thin stone pieces and throw them into the water of reeds, regardless of the depth there and the shallowness here, watching a line of geese carry the golden autumn.