"Hoo-",gently, gently, the autumn wind is coming! You know, she is a diligent collector.
Look, her home is so big: she collects green leaves, golden fruits, blue sky and tinkling streams. . . . . . Oh? Did she forget to collect the red of maple leaves? Don't! Hee hee, she wants to write a red letter on the maple leaf and hide it in the wings of the geese flying south to tell the children in the south how beautiful the fairy tales in the north are and how long the beautiful stories are. . . . . .
This is a little secret, you can't tell anyone!
Brush your teeth in the autumn rain
Brush, brush, the rain is continuous, like a silk thread, hanging from the sky to the ground. . . . . .
Wild chrysanthemum is happy, craning its neck and winding a flower into a silver bow tie to make it more colorful; The grass that is still green is happy, standing high, wearing a silver belt, and then showing its swaying posture; The underground singing insects are happy, so they quickly open their mouths and drink silver soybean milk to moisten their voices. They should sing on the stage at night. . . . . . Hey hey, the children are happier. They open themselves into colorful lotus flowers and float in the pond of the earth. They also want to catch a silk thread to swing, fly into the blue sky, and hide behind the clouds to hide and seek with the stars and the moon. . . . . .
Ha ha! Listen! How crisp and loud the laughter is. . . . . .