Chapter 3 Piccolo of Four Seasons: Autumn

A small hand holding the sun quietly fell on my shoulder.When the autumn wind comes, I become a small boat with countless pieces of golden sails, sailing to another spring... The windows of heaven are round.At night, Chang'e's mother forgot to close the curtains, and the round windows were filled with golden lights. My mother also forgot to draw the curtains.Children in the sky, will they also see the windows of my house as a square moon? Last night, a cloud that was afraid of the cold hid in the warm bed of the earth... Shh, don't make noise.Didn't you see that the sun is quietly reaching out to carry this sleeping little guy back to the big bed in the sky?

Qiufeng is a painter.In the morning, it gets paint from the sun; in the evening, it goes to paint the walls of the animals in the forest. The grass in front of my house is its big and soft brush.Look, on the tip of every blade of grass, there is still a little bit of shining gold. The white clouds in the sky have become bigger, and the elder brother on the grass has become smaller; only the trunk of the old tree is still so thick and curved.I am just like it: hunched over, looking at the sky. The white clouds in the sky drifted away, and my brother fell asleep on the grass; only the leaves of the old trees were still shaking slightly in the sun.I'm just with them, waiting, back to the surface.

Ripe grapes are sweet hearts. They shine in the sun, and they want to bring the colors of autumn clouds, the fragrance of autumn wind, the dance of autumn leaves, and the songs of autumn geese into the sweet dreams they brew. But, the dream had to have a sour taste, because under the grape trellis, there were children's laughter and their tears... " A group of small white velvet flowers will disappear when the wind blows. Did the wind take away the light fluff, or did the fluff turn into a light wind? Summer, here, secretly buried his treasure, West Wind, but danced and stripped off all disguises.So, every child who passed by here was pleasantly surprised to see: a living golden treasure!

Who cut the sunshine into pieces and hung them on your treetops? Who threaded the flames into strings and tied them to your treetops? Who brought the happy hearts of thousands of children here, dancing on your treetops under the amazed gaze of the pale blue sky? ... The cautious pine tree refused to take off his dark green cloak that already had brown spots. Yang Shu, who loves face, wears the last few golden medals, and still does not forget to draw his own shadow straight and long. The birches stared in surprise with their distinct black and white eyes—they didn't know who had laid such a large and beautiful brown carpet on the ground.Because although their eyes can see in all directions, they still cannot see their own appearance.

How many secrets of autumn are hidden in the clear water of the small river?Only the reeds on the river beach know.When I play with them, they hum to me their own songs. How many good stories are hidden on the round moon?Only my grandpa knows that when I sit on his lap and hold my breath, his hoarse voice is like a boundless reed swaying in the wind; his long beard is like a white reed, gently falling on me On my forehead, it made me itchy. I like it best, in a big pocket, filled with freshly fried chestnuts. Putting my hands against the warm pockets, I became a big bird hatching eggs; I slowly took out a fragrant one, as if I also picked up a heavy gold coin from the cave of the Forty Thieves!

The sun is going home.Carrying golden clouds all over the sky, he climbed, climbed, climbed towards the mountain little by little... I also want to go home.However, my brother's basket is not full yet. Brother, don't be as stingy as the sun!Let's also leave a few small hopes for the little gray sparrows in the field...