Write to fall

That golden rice wave

It’s your brilliant glow

That touch of crimson maple

It is the sunset of your horizon

You are the season of harvest

Full of joy and hope

Gao Xiaohong smiled and smiled.

The breeze blows the aroma of chrysanthemum

You are a wonderful season

Full of laughter and singing

Where is the innocent field?

Resounding the chorus of people and birds

Your night is so beautiful

Little stars flashing in the night sky

Breeze in the night sky

Sleeping people always have sweet dreams in the fall.

Field grass

a soft whisper

Hiding in a small stone crevice

I will pull a serenade for you.

I picked up the pen

Leaning in a moonlight

Write a praise song for you

Because you always bring hope to people

The sixth grade of the second small six class of Qiyi Road, Zhoukou, Henan: Lu Shaohan