Late autumn

In the late autumn, with helpless eyes,

Retaining the sadness that will be lost,

As if the north wind is blowing tomorrow,

It is already snowy winter.

The dead leaves are finished,

There are still some trembling branches left.

Struggling to grasp the sight of the cockroach,

There is also a sorrow that sways invisible.

I am standing on the edge of the winter,

With a hot heart,

Praying for the fall next year,

Although there is already a cold morning,

But in my heart,

Still a beautiful and dazzling deep autumn glow.

I love autumn,

It is like loving a lover who once converted to my arms.

Zhengangmei Middle School, Huai'an County, Jiangsu Province, three classes, Wang Yuanyuan, third day: Yuanyuan