Write a poem praising autumn.

autumn

It's like an elf.

Stepping on the clouds in a long-lost dream

Eyes full of gold

And a simple heart.

He insisted on holding it.

Torches handed down from distant time and space

Between the vast mountains

Looking for the last piece of green

however

The world is joking with him.

Time has quietly hidden the green behind.

He dug out stones on the side of the road again and again.

Dig the clear spring of the mountain stream

Time and time again on windy nights

Protect the flashing torch with your body.

It's getting light.

Get up earlier than the most industrious farmers.

It is getting dark at night.

Sleep later than the moon.

He is tired.

Lying under a fruity tree.

Began to complain about the trick of fate

until one day

The huge fruit woke him up.

Hear that people who work hard

Harvest the laughter of hope in the wheat field

He smiled

Laughed happily

It turns out that gold is so beautiful.