The taste of autumn
It's a grain that jumps on the tip of the tongue
Pomegranate seeds
Sweet and sour
It's a wisp of near and far
Osmanthus fragrance
Long and long
It was a line of south
Geese chirping
On and off
It is a scene of separation and death
screen
Tangled
It is said that there is a delicacy in the world called
Fried grasshoppers
I hope this fall
Taste it
Pain and pleasure