I want to imitate autumn in poetry.

The warbler sings softly,

The coolness rang through the valley.

Gently stand on tiptoe,

Jumped at colorful butterflies with a small net.

Spring stays in the valley.

Watermelon sent a chill,

Lotus flowers dot the pond.

Barefoot,

Step into the pond and touch the fish.

Summer lotus pond entertainment.

Fallen leaves piled up on the path,

Canxue builds a mountain villa.

Put out a chapped hand,

Brush off the pressure on the grass.

Frozen in the alley in winter.