Old poems praising October

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

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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 him

He 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