In winter, the reeds are coming to the end of their lives. The silver-gray reed flowers sway in the wind, soft, fluffy, light... The day before yesterday, I walked happily among the reeds with my friends and admired it

In winter, the reeds are coming to the end of their lives. The silver-gray reed flowers sway in the wind, soft, fluffy, light... The day before yesterday, I walked happily in the reeds with my friends, admiring the weakness and charm of the reed flowers, and my ears seemed to sound again: "The reed blossoms are white, the reed blossoms are beautiful, and the flowers are full of flying..." "The autumn breeze is bleak and the weather is cool, and the grass and trees shake and dew into frost." "In the warm color of the thin coolness lies a heavy joy.