Hymn of Autumn
Autumn is like an elf
Stepping on the clouds in a long-lost dream
With eyes full of joy Gold
And a heart that couldn’t be simpler
He held the torch persistently
that was passed down from time and space
>Between the vast hills
Looking for the last piece of green
However
The world was joking with him
< p>Time quietly hid the green behind himHe turned over the stones on the roadside again and again
Digged the clear spring in the mountain stream
Time and again in On a windy night
Care for the flickering torch with your body
It’s dawn
Get up earlier than the hardest-working farmer
The night is dark
Sleep later than the moon
He is tired
Lying under a tree full of fruits
He began to complain about the tricks of fate
Until one day
The huge fruit woke him up
Hearing the hardworking people
The wheat field was filled with the laughter of hope
He smiled happily
It turned out that the golden color was so beautiful