In the foreword of Autumn, it goes, taking away an ode that is not mature, it goes in a hurry and panic, and it does not have time to put it down! It has a fantastic pursuit of this colorful world

In the preface of autumn, gone,

took away an ode that was not mature,

It walked in a hurry and in a panic,

I didn't have time to let go!

It is to this colorful world,

Have had fantastic pursuits,

Fanatical claim to the favor of summer,

Fluttering wings in the hot air,

It's a pity it's too thin to fly far!

It laughs at people who sweat in the sun,

But envious of the flock of pigeons on the idle pigeon platform,

In short, it thinks a lot, a lot,

Just didn't think about the evolution of the seasons!

[laughs] [laughs] [laughs]