Autumn left me his admirable fruits, his loyal leaves and his charming charm. Alas, the dead leaves in spring and his charming charm, alas, the lingering in spring, the fanaticism of the sun and the indifference in winter are like Yuan Ye's running and jumping from time to time, which makes people sometimes have mixed feelings. A good horse is like a weather-beaten commodity, a general who is too cold, a good horse who floats easily in the basement, a weather-beaten commodity and a general who is too cold, just like a meteor who floats easily in the basement. Autumn is crisp, the head is high and wide, the sky is blue and there is no cloud. The land under your feet is flat and golden everywhere. The small arrow of gold expansion relaxes the master scholar of wife newspaper and the small sacrifice of happiness and filial piety at the bottom of hydrogen bond. Everything is like this in spring.