#Original poem##Beauty has always been around#Fallen leaves sprinkled all autumn, golden soaked in my eyes. Exchange a handful of clear blue for a corner of blue sky. Through the sand of the years, it flows quietly into your fingers

#Original poem# #Beauty is always around# Fallen leaves sprinkled all over the autumn, and golden color stained my eyes. Exchange a handful of clear blue for a corner of blue sky. Through the sand of the years, it flows quietly into your fingers. Maple red and orange, gradually charming, but already drunk in this picturesque chapter, unable to extricate themselves!