Imitate He Qifang's Autumn and write a poem () Autumn.

Dewdrops in the morning are teased by the wind, flying, cutting down trees and singing birds. Transfer from the valley to the tree. People have a bumper harvest, and they live in the farmhouse like elves in autumn.

Go out fishing in the morning, cast a net and collect the net, paddle home in the lingering white fog with the leaves of Chinese tallow, and in the light and far, clear and quiet scenery, then autumn is like naughty children playing on a fishing boat at the moment!

Cricket sound is particularly vast on the silent grassland, and the stream is particularly clear because it is dry. The hustle and bustle of summer has passed, the quiet autumn has arrived, and the melodious flute of midsummer night has disappeared. Pure and quiet love has been in the eyes of shepherdess for a long time.