Make up an autumn poem,

Qiuguo:

Give yourself one, crisp in autumn, crisp in autumn.

Those fruits seem to be strange things left by a distant person.

Greet everyone to eat oranges and give everyone a green orange, which is especially precious.

Divide it, and finally give yourself one.

Autumn:

Sometimes it's a tree outside the window, and its trunk goes straight into the sky.

Ginkgo biloba leaves roll in the twilight, and sometimes when you look again, the sunset and fallen leaves have already fallen.

Sometimes it's so short, just in a daze, and it's gone.